Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
I hope that the heavens are kind to you, that your future is bright. I pray that He'll hold you in his arms and that you'll let yourself be saved.
I love you, I'm sorry.
I'll miss you.
"Do you remember when you asked me what love was? And I couldn't give you an answer? Well I think that this, right here, is what love is."
"Love is entering into a house on fire just give me a hug?"
"I would go anywhere just to be able to see you"
Her lips are like alcohol
They leave a burning sensation after I kiss her
And they make me feel as if I am commiting a sin
But if I really am,
Then isn't she worth sinning for?
Isn't a love as twisted and wrong as ours worth it?
Isn't it enough to know that when I wake up the next day she will be by my side?
My darling.
I love you.
I love the scars in your arms,
I love your loud laugh, always appearing at the worst moments,
I love your voice,
I love the stories that you write for me,
I love how you look in that dress that you hate so much,
I love your reflection in the mirror
and that you always refuse to see it,
I love that you've never told me you loved me,
but still showed me that you do.
I love you,
I love you,
I love you.
Hoy me duele Lima,
y hoy me duele Italia.
Hoy me duele Argentina,
y también Australia.
Hoy me duele las vidas que no llegué a vivir.
Hoy me duelen las mentiras que no llegué a decir.
Hoy me duelen las noches por las que he llorado.
Hoy me duelen las tardes en que me he alegrado.
Hoy me duele Lima, la Lima con esplendor.
Hoy me duele Lima, la Lima con amor.
Hoy me duelen las noches estrelladas.
Hoy me duelen los días y las tardes desoladas.
Hoy me duele Lima, pero la Lima que me ha amado,
no la que nunca estuvo de mi lado.
La música suena. Los invitados bailan. Los hombres ríen y las mujeres cantan. Se escucha un disparo, la sangre corre, las mujeres gritan, los hombres luchan. El enemigo ha llegado, con pistolas, bombas y sed de sangre. El palacio ahora está cubierto de sangre y vino, el bello color azul de las cortinas ahora esta manchado por un hermoso carmesí. El enemigo se ríe, sabe que todo se ha acabado, sabe que acabo la guerra y que él es el ganador. Ya no hay nadie que luche, nadie que le recrimine por la sangre en el suelo, ya no hay nada.
La chica llora, sabe que la encontraran, sabe que el enemigo está cerca y que pronto deberá luchar. Pero también sabe que no podrá hacer nada. Reza por su hermano y por su padre. No le importa el hecho de que no va a ganar cuando luche, mientras sea tiempo suficiente para que su familia escape. Agarra el cuchillo con fuerza y se pone de pie. El enemigo ha llegado. Y el momento de luchar también.
"What is so wrong with me that I love you to the point that I want to be the only thing that hurts you?"
Please tell me, I don't want to make you cry any longer
"I am the world's worst man. I have killed, kidnapped and tortured millions only for money and power. I have looked to the world's misery in the face and I have taken all that they had left and yet here you are with a smile in your face and your eyes, calling me kind, polite, sweet and noble, showing me love even when I don't deserve it. Do you know how much pain it causes me? That you love me even when there are a hundred reasons of why you shouldn't, that you kiss me and smile to me even when I don't deserve it. Do you know how much it makes me want to love you back?"
Part of a story that I will never write ;-;