Ensayos y Errores 2

Still Hurts

I never wanted to be a man. Never purchased God with passion. Always believed, never too much. Never loved, loving the way it hurts.

In my disbelief i can say that somebody loves me, that I'm a kid and it still hurts.

And if I love again it will hurt, and if I don't it the forgetfulness will hurt even more.

It's not the demons that persecute you, it's your belief. It's not the angels that protect you, "angels deserve to die".

And I ask myself: When did I stop being a man, with hope, with dreams, with love in my heart?

You know that it's still there because it still hurts...

"If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!" Rudyard Kipling

When I come back, make sure my heart is empty; you filled it, you took it, I served it; is everything to your liking?

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