I continued reading the Paul (Pablo) poem cause that remember me a women I loved with all my heart. Thanks for the poem,pal. I´m back on Steemit. I expect things will be better now that I read in one of your lasts posts (that of sell your account). I was off cause my mother was ill and I had to be in charge in her accountant office with my sister and working in my thesis. The end of my comment is the end of the Pablo Neruda Poem. We are complex but simple at the same time. I love poetry and how poetry make me feel sometimes. I am determinated in leave my Taringa account and don´t post again. Think that this is a better place than that site full of sissy young boys. Sorry for my broken english if I disturb someone who read me.
Think I have to look to the future and don´t look back again. She´s gone and I can´t do nothing. Nothing. Only I can do is pray for her soul. I wish be happy and have her with me like the poem say. But the ugly truth is that. If heaven exist may be some day I will se her again.
Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente.
Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.
Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.
Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.