Memories of my past almost never disappear, reappear friends left in the first years of childhood and turn away others as never return.
These two years of my life have been marked by encounters and conflicts, loss and anger at not being with whom they want to be. Because they remain the basis and should not be left without saying goodbye.
Life in a web of chance, not knowing how, one day gave me a new person in my horizon ... someone without ever having exchanged a word, we shared more stories with many of my closest friends, a history of Hidden tears behind the shadow of those who never agree on a sample of pain is lost.
long shadows were two of us walking through the park of the viceroy, who did not need many hours of conversation to feel close, and that the past was that it united and gathered them together that night, or perhaps it was those memories that had not stopped hammering their heads looking for answers, seeking to assuage the pain, that pain you can not stop for life, but by moments silence. Or maybe it was gathered by these two presences that both love and hate have generated in them.
Rests are made only tears of a shared pain, pain that was qualifying in the hope of those who remain alive and in one way or another we know what we are still standing.
constructed language words and this led to sense, returning to both the past and discovering the other side of a story that we never understand, moreover, that was so close to the two, we could live in the flesh tears of the stranger so close that we had to face.
After several hours of conversation went back to our homes and between the two was a new sense of shared history "I think life was in debt to us and today we are at hand ... life and us. "
Bogotá, November 28, 2009
November 2009
