Remember what they enjoyed at your side strolling by the sea I do as the Arabs one day a year turn to Granada and weep by the beautiful land that lost. Did perhaps not we grasp us always to our past by very recent to be? In our appetite for life, we rumiamos the sensations of yesteryear, we dream that the future will bring. Just like everything else love – is nothing but a way of seeing and feeling. What do you want me to do you? I love my way. But I love you, do not hesitate. I reprendes everything I write, by all my ideas, even by those who have nothing to do with us two.
But say what you want, I like your writing. Write anything. I want that you tell me everything, do you understand?, everything and give me many details. I need the slight voice of your letter. It’s cold, almost all the trees in this land are naked; My chilly thought flees and flies towards you to feel the spring in your memory.
It seems to me that love must be stronger than everything, that the absence, which unfortunately it and oblivion. I would like to see you happy. When I walk whole silent for hours by the sand of the beach and listening to break the shells under my feet and the rhythmic sound of the sea, usually come your picture to my mind, follow me and accompanies me; I see your face again, I wonder that you’re doing, thinking or dreaming, then you my thought returns to me and I get sadder, more somber, I get excited and I add to my inner: perhaps she just reread those verses that both liked him: I have been told that there is a flower, / of all the humblest: / flower that I would like to give you, / flower called forget me not. Francisco Arias Solis A street against oblivion and the trial Garzon. Democrats with the judge BALTASAR GARZON Association by a democratic justice and a dignified judiciary. Internet for peace and freedom and free forum. URL: Original author and source of the article.