do not write to you like it, do it for me to vent each letter reflects a silent tear for years of reality empty existence, between hatred, fear and helplessness of not knowing how to face the terrible monsters of the darkness in the valley of violence, have spent years facing the greatest fear my reality, if that all were silent for the simple fact not knowing if hurt or we hurt you, everyone is silent sadness of his eyes with a mask showing the subtle sonrrisa a haggard face that every day the ages to spend every day without enfrentrar these zombies that every time overwhelm you, like life is meaningless beings are born light fill your life, but as we are subjected by the mistakes of the past, these beings are not to blame for your failures or rather of your problems, they end up more damaged than it yourself It is not with full conviction that injure
just do not understand you can not blame them one must be in the sole of his foot, but nobody knows what happened was, nobody knows how it hurt but felt it, just try to understand you, but the bird knows its nest because they live there, the fish know the water because it depends, and everyone understands its own stock, some interested in yours but you do not mind anyone
Life seems unfair but simplente is life, those beings who illuminate our lives steam up your eyes with our realities, they did not choose, we either, just so happened they did not know because that hurt too had felt the same, some others are deemed themselves justified, leave everything behind seems easy but be planted on the dog's feet and learn to sniff and bark, now I try to hibernate in a cave to escape the vacuum witty invetamos a paradise where we at last will remain a desert without destination.
Yes everything is crazy and we imagine, but everything has a sense only he that open human sense, the desert of man is within one's self, but not everything is black, also there is a sea blue sky reflected in the us lights the day, if you're my sky one day I thought no one would ever new ilucion, many fled to know the reality reported in the lines of a web of life, but you're still there, you will not be the most desaeda by all, but that does not affect my life just because you exist makes me happy, healing of a broken life is necessary for the radiant light that is made to reflect offer me much damage I've done I do not condone but I thank you for not letting me go alone to the precipice of loneliness, do not say your name because it is not necessary, I know you know to read something that will show you talk about you, you do not know a thousand years, recently I directed my life to you.
If little I have to say I've tried and I know, no matter if you do not coosco from years passed, only I give thanks to God for having crossed my path, you know more about me in a few days to those who know me of a lifetime, what confidence can not be bought, the less you give away, just born and already trust you and will not fail me, but I can not deny we are humans not gods, we may fail but I respect and appreciate to love you I do not know what will happen in the future hopeless, God knows the destiny of our lives they are written, we do not know them but God will never leave if one of his love @ s homelessness, has the best of each, I do not just let me advance in their hands.
This is not a letter, unless you take them out of a book, not the newspaper, this is not for you like only write my life, my life .......... ..........
Mario Alejandro Fernandez Liendo
I dedicate with great appreciation, respect and affection, if you've heard me, you understand me, I've felt mourn, laugh, joke, you who arrive as an angel of God, I have to reveal your name because I do not want to commit to anyone, but it is for you Miss linda.
