You must probably already be aware of this, Mein Herz, but yes, you are my wound that never heals. I remember when I couldn´t believe it was the end of us, of that transcendental love we had promised in our eyes.
Maybe I was naive, but if there is something I am never going to be able to believe, is that you don’t, somehow, love me anymore. Even if we are apart, even if we stopped speaking to each other. Our lips might be sealed now, but the rhythm in our hearts remains, I know it does.
There is not rage anymore, not hope either. Just memories, the sweet ones are to be remembered, recreated in my mind while a smile illuminates my face.
Farewell my love.
Lucía Bolívar 