By Bernardo Reyes (11 February 2011).
Dear Friend: I thank
sending his last assignment, to the Ephesians, unwisely left on the beach of Absence Sea, an area which, incidentally, confuse even experienced Selenite mirages.
certainly do not know how you appreciate that I had earlier pointed out the difference between absence and loneliness.
do not know if you remember, but it was just of loneliness that I got to know, say more closely, I looked out the window of my southern home, and I got used to see her naked, while his image was marred only by a veil of rain.
Sorry to say this: do not think there lover in your life a more intense and more voyeuristic than me.
At least the certainty that would form in these words, starting with a deck of uncertainties have on the table at the dawn newborn.
I want us to let us take one hand and a drink for the good times, when we saw every day when there were no words between us, but just sign and wonder, as a philosophy of survival.
I think, therefore, an appropriate occasion to make note that a while now, between you and I have brought absurd and unwanted shadows: the sky poisoned by greed, the eroticism of the looks on, the hearts shaken by competition, have meant that my sight, and quite worn, difficult to see me full, full, omnipresent.
And never mind recall those days of clandestine meetings in villages that came around the mills, and one reached by the paths of dreams or hopes to build more human spaces from scratch.
With you I could not even speak of romance at this point. Less than friendship advantage or anything like it. Nothing
grieve me more than obfuscate it by walking around telling intimacies, as they do their so many fans on this side of the world and the next. Because it is clear that you will come to love so superhuman after the bodies were diluted in the black swamp of Odious, and the water returns to the sea, the passion salamanders scare the fireflies, and the spirits of eroticized ignite fire.
me all this time is spent on trivial tasks, like waiting for rain coffee in the field or believe that inhabit the maze of tangos and boleros, say the ship bilge perforated nostalgia, you can return to what no longer might be.
And that is why I would like to set as the central issue out of other external factors, most of the distance between you and me should be just an inability to be faithful.
you never been faithful to me, nor ever will be faithful to me.
his licentious course this attitude is not something that I is responsible. Everyone is master of his body and can do what he pleases with his (my grandmother knew and said rough but clear: no one owns anyone's ass.)
Indeed, those words do not try to make judgments of values.
If you watch this blind knot in my heart, if you'll note hopeless and overwhelmed by the years, largely because you made me see that love, true love is not something that has to do with allegiances but affinities.
I will not question this issue: I know that the affinities are not a human thing,
and have nothing to do with what you say or does not say, nor to hate or hate to stop. Ni
egos. Not with the hope of better days.
affinities have nothing to do with human will, for the simple reason that human nature is not, and I is clear: the world in which we live and breathe is formed almost entirely of particles arriving from other planets.
So each of the atoms in your body and mine, are heavenly. We are heavenly beings, despite our fears, hatreds and hopes.
Do what you or I do, this affinity will persist. And you will continue to attract me, as I pull her, and if I may say, the seduced.
And it is this affinity that vibrates in unison electromagnetic and chemical composition of your being and mine, that has nothing to do with us, which will continue to exist even though we have not even to recognize faces.
rites of falling in love, once fully completed, cause a deceptive sort of unreality, where one usually considered to be loved, as the beloved, as his private property owners.
This string of obsessions, this fear of losing it as an intimate friend, who is able to speak from the polyphony of voices from the silence, do not see it or hear it as it deserves. And I forget that all truths are constructed of uncertainties.
And why, all the uncertainties of his life and mine got to be sure that this is unique, huge and beautiful.
Amiga, I leave you warmly, with the rosary, this Buddhist beads, with which I usually pray, but rather repeated, a kind of anesthesia built with a kind of fuzzy VERBOID timeless, and that defines my limited human architecture compared to Permanent romance with him.
And to understand myself ensure that these words go beyond you and me.
Warmly embracing her friend and lover forever.
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