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July 14 Wish you were hereRemember the first time we met? I looked at you in surprise because you wore that black formal suit with red converse sneakers...nowadays, guys who pretend to be cool use to wear that combination, but you wore it like that because it´s just the way you are.
You never pretended to be anybody but yourself: the little red-haired man, the scientist, the musician, the misanthropist, the excentric, the anticlerical, all that things I absolutely adore. You won my contest of saddest songs that stormy night in my room because you revealed Radiohead´s music for me. And you still remember the title of my song-con la frente marchita!! that´s so nice, because you´re a fucking absent-minded...
I´m not able to choose a single moment with you. That´s pretty hard. My heart was smiling every time you were close. Tea time, parties, frozen mornings going up the slope, chasing squirrels, nights at Tantra or having some japanese stuff at yosushi-I never got you to like it, anyway- The greatest gift was that feeling of happiness after being burnt in hell. The greatest gift is all that memories. I don´t regret anything of my past, otherwise I would have never met you. Things could have been different, but they went just like that, and I´m happy for it after all.
Now I´m back from your island and I didn´t expect such a wonderful days. I was somewhat skeptical about the trip: more than a year since I last saw you, quite a few mails...but when we met in the airport and I got in your cinquecento everything turned to be like the old times between us. I´m happy again. I´m so happy and full of strength that I feel invincible now. You showed me just how to worry about nothing but myself, you helped me to release my stress and my anxiety. And I´ve finally realized that it´s not worth to worry about people who´s not willing to spend their time with you.
I´m still swimming with you inside the sea at La Pelosa. I hear you singing Nessun Dorma, I guess you´re as happy as I am. Tonight we´ll have a walk through the old Alghero: you wanted Salvatore and me to try the famous mojitos near the sea. I don´t want that plane to take off. I´ll stay forever with you in this island in the sun.
It´s difficult to explain what you mean to me...I´ve just tried.
I love you so much Pecas...
I´ll be back
PS may my next tattoo be something like I wish you were here?
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