mars13

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Hola, pues si alguna vez me conociste o quisiste conocerme pues
Este es un resumen de mi vida:

It's hard to tell the life.
There's no way to start.
But a mark in the soul
It's a good start point.
A voice you don't hear no more.
A voice that it's gone.
I regret for not contacted her before.
I was her close friend.
And I forgot how close she was for me.
But everything came of nothing.
We were very bohemian.
In spite of college and her high school.
We had fun thinking that everyone was fools.
And we didn't.
The new one is very intelectual, I said.

Remember that I achieved the key of my father's store,
And there was her first time.
Spite of how beautiful she was.
Weird, I never thought in sex,
or the pleasure we felt when we did it.
Then we met with her friends.
At the streets we walked in groups, very relaxed.
Blown away because of what had happened.
Spite everything
I never told her to be.
I thought everything begun like that.
And that's how it should end, right?
I explained her that It would destroy everything if we did.
She didn't undestand.
Or maybe I didn't understand.
She decided to abandon me, leave me.
misbehave, horrible.
I almost died.

But well, Love stories are like that.
Painful and with disorders, I accepted it, right?
Tranquility and stability are the happy end
of any movie, any tale.
When I was at the middle of the book.
Misplaced and with too many disorders
I decided to change and formalize my life.
For the first time say to someone...
"I don't know, I mean... hey, you want to be with me?"

A great friend, she had
That once threw us out of her home
For things that I cannot tell.
I remembered who was she
I remember that she was stunning.
Deep down I liked that reaction.
I decided go after her and take her, that simple.
It was going to be hard.
But I finally did it.
It was an accident, I never thought in break the heart of the girl I talked about at the beginning.

She left; occasionally she sent chocolates to my sister, gifts, even letters asking for me.
But I always kept in silence.

With my new girl I had a long happiness of 3 years.
It was nice, I visited Europe
I was doing well in college.
I was doing well with the music.
Everything was spectacular.
I felt aiming.
However my old man died.
Mom lost the house.
And the disorder and confusion returned.
I fell in love again
and well, It all ended, again.

With this I discovered that life is like a horse.
A wild horse that you must learn how to ride.
There comes a time when It doesn't throws you no more.
Now I'm quiet and happy.
And I picked the phone recently.
I wanted to know what happened with the girl
I spoke about at the beginning of this story
And I located the father
He worked in a bank in Paris.
I said: "Sir, How are you doing? I'm Adrian... remember me?
How's your daughter?"
"How, don't you know?"

She died

It was like a heart attack in Barcelona.
I was dismayed once again.
Completely cut off from my present.
I never goodbye her.
I never knew how did she do after.
Now I have a clear notion of love
and pain in a distant past

This lesson is no longer for me; Say goodbye if you have to.
Close your love story.
Finish the book.

PS: Usa el traductor ocioso




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