Last update: Augusts 07, 2015
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
Write, for example: "The night is starry,
and the blue stars flicker in the distance “.
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this I held her in my arms.
I kissed her many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How not to love his big staring eyes.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
To think that I have not. To feel that I have lost it.
Hearing the immense night, more immense without her.
And the verse falls on the soul as on dewy grass.
What does it matter that my love could not keep it.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
That's all. In the distance someone sings. In the distance.
My soul is not resigned to having lost it.
As if to bring it closer my gaze seeks it.
My heart seeks her, and she is not with me.
The same night that makes the same trees white.
We those of that time, we are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, it is certain, but how much I loved her.
My voice sought the wind to touch his hearing.
On the other. It will be something else. As before his kisses.
His voice, his pale body. Her infinite eyes of her.
I no longer love her, it is certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, and oblivion is so long.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is not resigned to having lost it.
Although this is the last pain she causes me
and these are the last lines that I write to you.
Pablo Neruda
It's over, it's gone. The pain feels eternal and excruciating. But that's not the case, pain is for learning. We just have to go up another mountain, overcome another obstacle that life has put in our path.
Falling out of love is like being in a deep and painful well, a cell to be shared with disillusionment. Small nuances, distances, bitter flavors ...
But we have a lot to learn from the people we need to stop loving. Among other things, we need to learn what we want in our life and what we don't.
Love and lack of love allow us to know our deep self. The self we don't pay attention to in everyday life, the self we leave in the background because it doesn't seem so important to us.
In the beginning, when we think that the pain will never go away, we are convinced that it is all a dream and that there is a way to recover what we have lost. Overcoming this phase means playing on the same ground as self-love.
Then, it is possible that we are seized by anger, anger and the need to find responsible people to explain to us what went wrong. Following, as long as we keep an active attitude, will come the sadness, pain and the need to mourn the loss..
The acceptance of farewell will also come and, at the same time, the liberation of the soul. Love is so short and oblivion so long, that on nights like this our inner selves will be satisfied with having loved and lost, than having never loved.
Because when we really love and put our whole heart into it, it's normal to come out full of scars.
