Saturday, January 10, 2004Translation:My life was complete. It was filled with joy. Nonetheless, I kept my soul open, for her to occupy if it ever interested her. It did. When she left she took everything I had. She ridded my eyes of their ability to sleep. Endless nights are all she left me with. Everything else she took. She’s a thief and must be stopped. She needs to be found so that she can return to me what was once mine… my joyous life. Detenedla Ya (Emmanuel) (1) (2) (3) (4) (4) (5) (1) (2) (3) (4) (4) (3) Posted by at 8:34 pm [Permalink]
Wednesday, December 17, 2003Translation:Yes, she was beautiful. Very beautiful. As beautiful as a rose, a star, or a leaf that blooms at spring. Yes, she was beautiful, but she was also proud. She’d pretend to love me, only so that she’d hear me tell her that she was beautiful, very beautiful. True, she was beautiful. Unbearably beautiful. As beautiful as nobody else could have been. But she lacked a soul. She was so cold. When I’d hold her, I’d feel as if I were holding a rock. Yes, she was beautiful. Beautiful enough to be watched, adored, and taken care of as one would take care of the most fragile object — maybe even kept away from the sight of others But she was proud and cold, lacked a soul, and pretended to love me only so that she’d get to hear from me how beautiful I found her to be. She was beautiful… unbearably so. Insoportáblemente Bella (Emmanuel) (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (3) Posted by at 6:42 pm [Permalink]
Saturday, November 29, 2003Nicole, in a matter of hours, only one will remain… just one. 🙂 Translation:Lets make love to each other, but slower than ever, because now we have the time of the world. Nobody is expecting you elsewhere. From this night on you’re mine, and I yours. There will no longer be a need for us to seek the most secluded spot of a bar to kiss and hold hands. No longer a need to hide ourselves in the dark, in order to hold each other and make out. We can finally take our time making love, exchanging long-lasting, deep, soft kisses. Kisses so passionate that might lead us to forget that we have the rest of the night to ourselves. Lets make love slowly this time. Our bodies coming into full contact, hidden from the sight of others only by the walls and the ceiling, we’ll make love as we always dreamed we would… Vamos a Amarnos Despacio (Emmanuel) (1) (2) (3) (4) (2) (3) Posted by at 12:00 am [Permalink]
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