Honey from my letters.

After All I've told you they should think that my letters, those letters I gave to all those souls I fell in love with, are just a couple of paragraphs and words I wrote at random to make my love sound cute , but the truth is that this is a lie, each and every one of those words I wrote refer to the most beautiful thing I felt for those souls. I Know you think it's just stupidity that I'm telling you, but the reality of things is that my way of seeing the world is something much more diverse and different than the rest, I do not say that I am a unique person as many can think like me , perhaps many have a similar way of seeing love and not just love, each and every one of the feelings that exist in our subconscious... I Know that those who know my story just think I'm a madman and a cynic, but the truth is that maybe this crazy, but this madness is nothing more than love... That feeling that throughout my life has made me do and experience the weirdest and funniest situations of my life, that emotion and suffering that almost always comes accompanying, are companions since times far more distant and distant than the creation of the Same being, one can never exist without the other and that I know before hand...

Life is like this, makes you give a thousand laps to find what your life deserves, I fell in love a thousand times of those souls so noble and beautiful, I could not have since they were not destined for me... But What if they were really destined for me, but in another time? I can not know that, since they are no longer, as they could not understand my love had to understand my pain, I know that tortured and I had fun with it, but that does not mean that it is not with an internal pain so great to know that they will no longer be for Me, I loved and adored when I could admire them from a distance, but never speak to them still felt something beautiful within my growing, was all I needed, feel at some point in my life that heat as wonderful and majestic as it was to love , I did not need to be loved to feel that warmth, since I was small I knew and accept which was actually my destiny... I could Never be loved without being hurt.

That sentence, that fucking sentence was the one that made me come to reason, it was the one that made my eyes open and all the pain had meaning, it was not me that was wrong, it was not my life that it was destroyed, was that so the destiny had planned that it was , that's how things should be and I couldn't change it at all, it was just like that.

You know? There Will Come a time when love and feelings are no longer as we know it, the time Comes when that changes, the moment will come when we are so hurt and obsessed that would do anything to have that person or not that person , but to feel that warmth that feels when you love... We will come to the point where everyone does what I have done to have that soul that fascinates them and makes them crazy... Crazy That's all we are, we are the rarest specimens on earth, since we are all crazy only that some pretend to be sane, but no, they are not all equal, we are just all crazy and come to a point where no one even remember the Sane Word.

How Do I love? What do I feel when I fall in love? What do I feel when I see those eyes? What do I feel when I torture and kill them? It Is very difficult for me to describe the various emotions that you feel when you love, when I love I feel I have to protect that person as if it were the most delicate crystal, I feel I could do anything for just seeing a smile in those eyes , I stop thinking about myself so I can see the soul of those who love to be happy, even if it makes me suffer, sometimes I become an idiot for love...

THOSE EYES! Blessed be the day I look at those eyes for the first time, I bless the day I fall in love with each and every one of those eyes that made me feel different things, each of them was something new and beautiful for me, were unique and fabulous experiences to feel a warmth D and different form of everything I had felt, each one was different and that I fall in love with each and every one of those beautiful souls...

Never believe that for having enjoyed at the time of all the suffering I saw in those eyes I feel good with that, at the time I do not deny that enjoyment, is more I laughed like crazy to see it, but today I feel bad , there is a remorse in me that does not leave me alone, I will no longer be with those creatures and that part and destroys my soul in a thousand pieces, pieces that absolutely no one can understand, some pieces  "Invisible" I feel in the depths of me and tear me com Pleto... I loved everyone, but they should know what it felt like not to love you as you could get to want...

During all the time I was locked in jail I could take all the time in the world to think about how they made me feel each and every one of the souls that I could not have, I wrote a thousand letters for each of them and I got knots in my throat just thinking about They, I loved them and that no one can ever change.

Letter to the most beautiful flower:

"Oh My darling, among all you were that soul that gave a new color to my life, like a beautiful flower or rather a whole garden, with your beautiful colors you gave life and color to something that was dark and gray, that's what I love more about you , you were the one who gave me all the color I ever needed in my life. Thank You my beautiful flower...  "

Letter to the creator of my sonatas:

 "My beautiful pianist, the person who filled my life with the most beautiful sonatas of this life, it was you who gave me another way to listen to the world, it was you who taught me to listen to what made me happy and at the same time you made me happy to sing those beautiful s notes, you are and you will be the best pianist the world has ever had. Thank You my beautiful pianist...  "