Please, never sorry...

Please, no regrets, don't cry about anything, nothing to worry. You remember me... with warmth, with love, with a smile. Don't think of me with pain, not to remember the offense, neither his nor mine. Do not remember the chain of separations and long expectations...

Dates mean nothing, they are only dotted, careless moments that we seek to perpetuate, missing the warm currents of life outside of punctuation, outside of this cumbersome government of dates, periods, dashes,...

Release white birds of love at will, breathe in the depths of the remaining, neglected feelings, scattered in our air. Do not hold these days, let the sun caresses them in our past. Let no one stirs the leaves of our autumn fields, has not dropped Rosa with our herbs, not pulls the dust of the road of our confusion and misunderstandings, not worried about the salty seas of our tears, meet our endless sunsets, full of expectations and unrealistic hopes.

Not escorts our sadness under the rhythmic clatter of the wheels of the departing train, not peeking in our crimson sunsets disappointments...





We tried... we tasted our fate, we believed and trusted... We were. And nothing will change that! It is our past. And don't need no more anything. Please. A lifetime lies between us now...

Please, blubi a Life! Let it spoil you, playing with you and flirts, but reaches out to you, like a gentle puppy. She's beautiful, insatiable, fleeting, but priceless all imaginable gifts. Please, fall in love with her, as blindly in love with her I am!

And if tomorrow she comes to me with a bouquet at the ready, a new day, wakes me in the morning by the discordant side window, will not stand the sea breeze my unruly hair, did not embrace the warm sunshine, I will have time before usrey scraps of pauses and words that are not played to the end the perfect scenario.

I will still have time to inhale her spicy handfuls of love, holding the delicate aroma of her presence, flicker loving thought of gratitude, to scoop up hands her a SIP of life-giving water, to feel forever its pulsating call to graying temples...

And remember... all of the pages of his Book, written, iscelenie, completely rewritten, tidy and dog-eared, missing, and re-read many times, but particularly those where about Love...





I never told you, but... Love has no past, she can only beshe can't "pass" as you cannot stop breathing and continue to live. All other senses can.

 



4 ways to live your life: where you are when you cross the finish line

The soul does not think – she knows

 

Love... if one day she came into your wide open heart, touched the warm lips of your delicate lashes, and dissolved in one subtle touch, one subtle glance, a subtle excitement of the soul, sheltered and rocked her all your fears, and gave colored dreams... it remains in the heart while it is beating.

Please, let a new day, no regrets! Let them abide with you the love of my heart... Please, blubi a Life! published

 

© Tatiana Baruch
 

 



Source: www.slovomiru.com/2012/12/proshu-tebya.html