You went with the heat of the August. And left me here, an orphan because to me you've always been a second mother. You left with a ticket, never to return in the month of institutional holiday. You raised my hand and said, with the power of words never spoken, "Farewell" and to undertake due to an unknown location. I remember how it all happened and how you called me to realize it. It was a warning signal but not well understood. It happens often receive a call, someone to greet us or tell us until then and we are not aware that they may be the last words that we spend. We do not know who is leaving a strange code that only knows who it is pronounced. Was always your darling. I know. Wanted to come far, far away and gone before you can check. You left me here, drawn in the middle of a life and being a girl but that was not reason for life out of me. You will always be there, have a special place in my memory and my heart. And I know you know and I try to help. That I realized the other day, when I began to adopt an attitude that I thought would bring more fruitful results. It was the day 13 and I wonder: Why this day and not another? The answer I have, I know. Neither more nor less because it is our day, that in which some time ago I threw a goodbye.
hurts poderte not tell what happens to me, not having a number phone that can dial to explain the why of things and it hurts me to think that this is a ruse to yours arrives at the conclusion that once you taught me: that no man deserves. Thank you for everything except for leaving my life. Thanks for saying goodbye and giving me a chance. You really gave me and so, although you left, never to return, I forgive you, me tender your hand and it was I who could not extendértela. Maybe that's why I do this and not let anyone offer me only one: because you do not think I took it at the time. Although I know that the real reason is different: I am yours and nobody else. And I know who pull the strings for me and so far remain in the dark, impassive as if I was the one who suffers and what goes wrong. Because I want and want what is best for me. I know you help me, I notice you can smell and sit here next to me. I look up and you were there in that chair that you liked so much why do not pray that these words receive the go because I know I'll always be with me and help me write. Always, always, always.
hurts poderte not tell what happens to me, not having a number phone that can dial to explain the why of things and it hurts me to think that this is a ruse to yours arrives at the conclusion that once you taught me: that no man deserves. Thank you for everything except for leaving my life. Thanks for saying goodbye and giving me a chance. You really gave me and so, although you left, never to return, I forgive you, me tender your hand and it was I who could not extendértela. Maybe that's why I do this and not let anyone offer me only one: because you do not think I took it at the time. Although I know that the real reason is different: I am yours and nobody else. And I know who pull the strings for me and so far remain in the dark, impassive as if I was the one who suffers and what goes wrong. Because I want and want what is best for me. I know you help me, I notice you can smell and sit here next to me. I look up and you were there in that chair that you liked so much why do not pray that these words receive the go because I know I'll always be with me and help me write. Always, always, always.
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