Mi Amada

(A love, a life, love and rap, even the statues cried for your absence one day, come back to my side my beloved.)

After an intense search that lasted years, I stopped moistening my hands when I met her at work, she evicted my lack of love with her charm and relaxed me, that's how I fell in love with an incredible abstract love. Like Juan Ramón's poems, that morning I saw the sun differently, I was walking and it accompanied me alone, with each step of glory I felt more warmth, I know my heart felt something different, and it's because I felt the comfort of finally finding the right person, my beloved, not even death will separate us, there is not too much love between you and me, two destinies that God decided among so many suicides He watched over, like I watch over you for every passing day, the years do not pass and will not pass, time stops cunningly, being with you flatters me, you turn all problems into beautiful waterfalls until they end in them. I wish to be alone with you, for you time does not exist and for me delay does not exist, I know you will be there my beloved, I love seeing how you fall asleep at the desk every morning, the room is soaked with illusion to continue another day by your side, mom, pride invades my soul, sleep peacefully in bed I want to spend my lives with you as I did in the past. It was always you, there will never be anyone to replace you, I want to help you but now I need your help, we could change a world without hesitation, just by helping without usurping, being humble and not vulgar, we are made for each other like Angel and Angela, loves that destiny pairs without confusing, it is God's task and never chance in this area. I didn't just come to be real, in this village I have my plans, ideas, thanks to her, my muse, in her eyes I see that I have to help, illuminate the threshold of those who get confused, it was written, they want to abuse her and end up among my feathers to take refuge, she wanted to emigrate to know other landscapes, paths of other men are not always homes. I just want you to be with me and never leave me, I just want you to love me as I will always love you, always yours, your Angel.

-My beloved, think of me on cold nights, I can relieve you from others and their misfortunes. You enliven my heart, and even though today they are ashes I know you are always present in my memory my beloved (repeat)

-Oh! My beloved how many good and bad moments we spent under the same roof, how many memories and how many caresses, how many signs of affection that maybe you don't even remember, but I think you were the best among so many, although we met in that spontaneous way, without eating or drinking I found myself among your magic and charm and I loved it, without a doubt this captivated me, I spent whole nights thinking about you unable to sleep, just to be able to feel you and continue our relationship until it ends. Ending one and starting another is fundamental for me, you know I will never be ashamed of you, my beloved, you were my guide while I followed you, you appeared at an unexpected moment, but even today you are fully part of my life, you filled every empty space my soul had, you made me feel happiness and filled me with calm, your company is missed when I wake up in the morning and you, my beloved, are not by my bedside, my heart is upset and on this sheet it misses you, but I know I loved you and love you my beloved, and after all, after turns and turns I know that speaking sincerely is almost always what counts, and I rebuilt my life dozens of times, I felt affection for others while you faded away, and even if I don't feel you intensely I will never be able to avoid this latent heart remembering you, it is also true that all of them were special, that I felt for them more than for the rest of mortals, I was in several places, different homes, but you, my beloved, only you relieved my ills, you are my greatest inspiration in free moments, sometimes I even wonder who are you writing to?, seeing that I dedicate all my time to my beloveds, and at those moments what more does it matter where the wind comes from? I go through cities, today, telling myself this story because even if you don't believe it you are always in my memory, and I will not forget any detail, like that on November 5th I met you in a restroom, the point is that you will always continue to be my beloved, and whatever happens this life has already been marked, and I leave the feeling naked in this passage, and I dedicate a tribute to the letters that I brought to this world.

(English...) I never forget that day I met that girl of mine.....

-My beloved think of me......