Poema del Recuerdo # 01

Remontándonos al 2003, cuando pasó todo y nada a la vez...

IT IS SAID

It is said that he hurted me so much
it is said that he stabed my heart without mercy
it is said that he never love me
it is said that his words were so disguise
it is said that i committed a big mistake
it is said that he was my misfortune
it is said that he used me i every single way
it is said that i loved to watch him sleep at night
it is said that he was all that i needed
it is said that i hugged him every day like it would be the last
it is said that he called me everyday 'cause he probably missed me
it is said that i loved him more than he did
it is said that he stayed by my side just for grief
it is said...

Who said that kind of things?
what do they know about my life?
i don't care what people say
... they don't know anything, anything...!

Escrito el 5 de enero del 2003, en mi proceso de recuperación y parchado de corazón, después del huracán FLB.

Me sigo apoyando en esa frase que dice que "La tinta corre cuando el corazón sufre", los antidepresivos y las crisis del corazón a veces dan buenos frutos... traduzcan...