Aunque la luna se encargue de tapar al sol, en un eclipse, jamás en su totalidad logrará, ocultarte… / Although the moon is responsible for covering the sun, in an eclipse, never fully achieve, hide …
E S P A Ñ O L
E N G L I S H
And go that my life has been eclipses, I must confess, that if I understand. I understand that the largest of our solar system, or all our planets, could cover it.
I hate to feel you feel bad. And the worst thing is that every atom of my being feels it as much as you do.
But you also have to understand my need.
I am sitting here just where we enjoyed the sweet and wonderful love that we and you had. Without malice, without rancor, without prejudice, without pain. Where the police watched us with stealth, to stop our most vandalic act, which was to love. I am contemplating my shadow, without having the courage to support your departure. You released me, like the dog that runs for its bone, and never found its owner. You did not leave me anything, absolutely nothing to hold you back.
What do I do now?
I keep you in the stupidest and most stupid way I could have thought of. What else would you expect from me? If you expected me, everything.
I keep my past, like the dog that still waits for its owner in the same place. I tried to find you, but I lost myself in the attempt.
No more questions, no reasons. There are no options, much less possibilities. I keep my past, in the worst way that hurts me. Day after day I commit suicide, with cigarettes, cravings, lies, anger, stress.
I would love to go to the sun, but the fire of its heat will reject me all my life.
Elizabeth is the sun that kills me.