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LOVE LETTERS CONTEST - VENEZUELA 2011

SOMEDAY IF YOU HAPPENS TO VISIT


is surely one of your cards because it brings your voice and I always used to be quiet on arrival, to be silent. I feel that has come a long way and to bring me a secret. I can not wait to be able to know something more than what you find on your journey.




Why are you crying? Are your tears, blurred ink in the letter. And now I support my dreams and watch these brown eyes that I hide something. Why so quiet? Sorry, I'm with Morpheus and discover the sin that plagues your mind. I see you suffer terribly because your soul has been unfair to me. Logic, I get it! Your suffering and wanted to avoid you so choose to write. Maybe today, no one can convince me that I can love me despite not having you.




But in a corner to see mama, and I've realized how much care and how much goodwill has placed in me to achieve the return of my soul to this tired body. But I am captive to a bitter sadness that suddenly has become madness. You know, I have learned more words to love your own pain to write this letter.




few hours later I can hardly tell the solitude that I hear, just for tonight is, and would like all art, to do what you never did. I regret to say that my heart is moving slowly but I can still hear your voice. Forgive me, but I do not understand why you give up that language with which we fell in love. This is very strange tenderness yours, your words burn, and your breath is that which emanates from this role, like that winter day when the sea breeze fondled us the body without hesitation. Maybe your "soon", try to move me more than your repetitive goodbye, maybe I give you: "Someday you will find" something that I think life would never be delivered.




But forget it, I love you and I have to understand everything. Promise me you will not leave the loneliness that comes close to the house, the room, the photo showing love us, perhaps unintentionally. You know, speak from where I am, it becomes increasingly difficult and I prefer to be brief. Ah, love! I'm about to start a long trip and I understand why everything moves around me, the things you had in hand, the place from where I looked, the song that you played with the guitar, everything moves and stays in the Alma.Aún believe that the passage let me hear your whispers, your laughter playing with my name, and now God let me smell your perfume that made me think existence. But one clings to our bed, is your heat and soul, is your voice and my dreams, dreams that never end. Love, do not distress yourself!, Soon will not exist at all. If you knew, how I miss touching your body, something tells me to be here, I'd sure do not make much of this eternal journey.




Already night falls and you you're in the arms of another man. Only your image fills love the site you should fill in my soul. And your reflection is of a girl, so innocent and so happy. And you come and sing to me, I hear! It's our favorite song, why not remember? I wrote those lyrics and the melody you gave me. I remember you gave me a kiss, right!, But your kisses, where are your kisses? I think those were left blowing kisses on the road and lost a day when God made us a single being.




Love, time passes and everything consumes my life, your memory and hope. The night lit a candle still not allowed to die. Still ask God why you do not you stay in my dreams at night? Why not go back as faith in the morning? Tell me when you come to turn our history, say it now!, I know if I switch off life with a kiss or this letter leaves me a farewell.




If you ever happen to you see me, tell God to let me prepare your arrival, tell me how to love to draw that same place, that once you and I walked. Perhaps to be the light of heaven, something I try to go illuminating your steps, how much I'd give to bring this garden land, with one apple tree in its shadow left us in love.




I will close this letter and do not want my letters reach you steeped in melancholy, I just want to go telling you: Give me joy, give it to me! Only if you happen someday write a letter, promise me that you drew our beach and teach me to collect all the sunsets in the world, swear you will write to the warm color of your lips, the last chapter of my life.

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