Violently Happy ... [27/11/2010]
pastry cream, chocolate shavings and whipped cream bordeaux, for the first time in my hands, oh, what a gesture of love!
gifts, flakes, toast and wishes ... 'll never forget this day?
I always say to myself that I should have more patience. every little thing. not tolerate slowness. slow reflexes, indecision. I hate to wait for others to take decisions which come from then mine. I hate to be bound by and I'm afraid, I'm afraid the time: HE is my only enemy, the only thing that scares me and scares me. I realized that you can fight only one way. acting immediately, without leaving space. because time wears down, destroying the time, the time can choose whether to advance or slow forward speed. for this I am a person immediately, I'm afraid to wait. wait for anything. when the words "I love you" came out for the first time since starting my mouth I knew already that I'd heard the other part at that time but not much later. but I again I felt it necessary to communicate before it was too late. Why wait? out of fear? While there is the fear of not feeling safe to try, but I feel the sudden feeling that might be slightly too late to tell someone that him / her you love. Time is not on our side. why let that stop us from communicating?
but maybe I should ... I should have ... that bit of patience that everyone always spoke to me. but to grit their teeth and fists in front of the slenzio and doubts and then felt in the middle of the night and those two fateful words to say "all suddenly. " yes. all of a sudden, it so often that things happen and it's delicious sweet taste they can hear only the simple rhythmic breathing of the other person. I have been patient often by asking questions. I gritted my teeth and in the darkness I heard. were those two words, spoken ... said to me.
sometimes it hurts to live with too much intensity for a moment. because no time is eternal and the return to reality is destructive. I do not want to return. his eyes were so in love ... I do not care more than anything else, even when the ice around me.
believe that dry tears on the face of a person is the deepest act of love that we can do ... like Veronica, who wiped away the tears of Christ. had a love pure, with whom no one would be able to get in touch.
are Violently Happy.
With Love.
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