When I walk alone, I think of you my love
When I walk alone, I walk with broken heart
When I walk alone, I walk with sadness
When I walk alone, I walk with my silent tears
When I walk alone, I walk with my sorrow
When I walk alone, I walk with my sad memories
When I walk alone, I walk with my shattered dream
When I walk alone, I walk with my hands lifeless
Love never walks alone but you made me walk alone
You promised me that you will walk with me forever
but you made me walk alone with my tears forever
When the heaven stolen you from me yesterday
All your promises are gone with the wind
Today, You made me walk alone with out you my love
and I promise you, I will walk alone till my journey ends

Taken from http://buster.mylix.net/?itemid=5

For 27 years I’ve been trying to believe and confide in
Different people I’ve found.
Some of them got closer than others
And someone wouldn’t even bother and then you came around
I didn’t really know what to call you, you didn’t know me at all
But I was happy to explain.
I never really knew how to move you
So I tried to intrude through the little holes in your veins
And I saw you
But that’s not an invitation
That’s all I get
If this is communication
I disconnect
I’ve seen you, I know you
But I don’t know
How to connect, so I disconnect

You always seem to know where to find me and I’m still here behind you
In the corner of your eye.
I’ll never really learn how to love you
But I know that I love you through the hole in the sky.

Where I see you
And that’s not an invitation
That’s all I get
If this is communication
I disconnect
I’ve seen you, I know you
But I don’t know
How to connect, so I disconnect

Well this is an invitation
It’s not a threat
If you want communication
That’s what you get
I’m talking and talking
But I don’t know
How to connect
And I hold a record for being patient
With your kind of hesitation
I need you, you want me
But I don’t know
How to connect, so I disconnect
I disconnect.

XV

’T WAS a long parting, but the time

For interview had come;

Before the judgment-seat of God,

The last and second time

  

These fleshless lovers met,

A heaven in a gaze,

A heaven of heavens, the privilege

Of one another’s eyes.

 

No lifetime set on them,

Apparelled as the new

Unborn, except they had beheld,

Born everlasting now.

  

Was bridal e’er like this?

A paradise, the host,

And cherubim and seraphim

The most familiar guest.

XXII
I GAVE myself to him,

And took himself for pay.

The solemn contract of a life

Was ratified this way.

  

The wealth might disappoint,

Myself a poorer prove

Than this great purchaser suspect,

The daily own of Love

  

Depreciate the vision;

But, till the merchant buy,

Still fable, in the isles of spice,

The subtle cargoes lie.

  

At least, ’t is mutual risk,—

Some found it mutual gain;

Sweet debt of Life,—each night to owe,

Insolvent, every noon.

XXXIV
WHAT if I say I shall not wait?

What if I burst the fleshly gate

And pass, escaped, to thee?

What if I file this mortal off,

See where it hurt me,—that ’s enough,—

And wade in liberty?

  

They cannot take us any more,—

Dungeons may call, and guns implore;

Unmeaning now, to me,

As laughter was an hour ago,

Or laces, or a travelling show,

Or who died yesterday!

 

XXXV
PROUD of my broken heart since thou didst break it,

Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee,

Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it,

Not to partake thy passion, my humility. 

 

 

XXXVII

LOVE is anterior to life,

Posterior to death,

Initial of creation, and

The exponent of breath.

 

 

XLVII

HEART, we will forget him!

You and I, to-night!

You may forget the warmth he gave,

 I will forget the light.

  

When you have done, pray tell me,

That I my thoughts may dim;

Haste! lest while you’re lagging,

I may remember him! 

 

 

L

NOT with a club the heart is broken,

Nor with a stone;

A whip, so small you could not see it,

I ’ve known

  

To lash the magic creature

Till it fell,

Yet that whip’s name too noble

Then to tell.

  

Magnanimous of bird

By boy descried,

To sing unto the stone

Of which it died.

 

LI

MY friend must be a bird,

Because it flies!

Mortal my friend must be,

Because it dies!

Barbs has it, like a bee.

Ah, curious friend,

Thou puzzlest me! 

 

LII

HE touched me, so I live to know

That such a day, permitted so,

I groped upon his breast.

It was a boundless place to me,

And silenced, as the awful sea

Puts minor streams to rest.

  

And now, I ’m different from before,

As if I breathed superior air,

Or brushed a royal gown;

My feet, too, that had wandered so,

My gypsy face transfigured now

To tenderer renown.

~Dickinson, Emily. The complete poems of Emily Dickinson. Boston: Little, Brown, 1924; Bartleby.com, 2000. www.bartleby.com/113/.  

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NO ES SED NI DESEO

De lo que ya no se está a tiempo es de esperar..... Reconozco que nunca he sabido apreciar la diferencia entre orgullo y dignidad..... Sí me va a llamar. Lo hará, tarde o temprano, y utilizará ese tono tan conocido de culpabilidad, "no te puedes creer cuánto lo siento, ha sido un fallo imperdonable, espero que no me lo tengas en cuenta, es que estoy muy liado, tú sabes cuánto te aprecio..." Pero me gustaría que me lo demostrara con hechos, no con palabras. Y, si al menos fuera con palabras, que éstas no llegaran por teléfono cada tres o cuatro meses..... Quedar como buenos amigos para que, si alguna vez nos vemos, podamos decirnos sin remordimientos "hay que ver, cuánto tiempo..." Es la forma cobarde de terminar sin dar la cara. "No me llamaste. Sí... tú a mí tampoco"... Perdido para siempre..... No. Lo malo, lo todavía peor, es que se le pasan los días y las noches sin acordarse ni un solo instante de mí. Estoy segura de que no quiere perderme, pero hoy por hoy no formo parte de su vida. Ni siquiera de un minuto de su vida..... Voy a esperar sentada, sin mover un dedo para ponerme en contacto con él, a pesar de mis noches de insomnio..... La obsesión y el orgullo van siempre de la mano..... Dice Nietzsche que con todos los grandes embusteros se produce un hecho digno de notar al que deben su poder. En el acto concreto del engaño se ven poseídos por una fe en sí mismos: es esto lo que llama la atención de una forma tan milagrosa y tan poderosa a la gente que les rodea. Quizás fue eso lo que siempre le protegió.....Mi obsesión se desmorona, porque ya no quiero su presente, sino que añoro su pasado. Y todo eso no sé si me llena o me deja totalmente vacía..... Hace unos años me preguntaba qué podía esperar de él. Afecto, cariño, amistad, complicidad... Recuerdos. Buenos recuerdos de los buenos momentos vividos. Desde hace unos meses, cuando me hago la misma pregunta, la respuesta es mucho más clara: Nada. De él no puedo, ni debo, esperar nada. Ya nada..... No confundamos el cariño que se puede sentir por algo ya pasado y lejano (y, por tanto, idealizado) con los deseos del presente..... He cometido ese error que nunca se debería cometer. El de sentirse culpable. Y, peor aún, reconocerlo. No lo pude evitar. Después de meses sin tener ninguna noticia suya, quise saber de él. No supe cómo hacerlo, y en esta ocasión quería -y necesitaba- algo más que oír su voz..... Después de disculparse varias veces y decirme que tenía muchas ganas de verme, me dijo -sin pretender hacerme daño, con toda seguridad-: "Si quieres nos vemos el sábado por la mañana, que no tengo nada que hacer". Naturalmente, yo tenía tantas ganas de verle, que lo único que esperaba es que no le surgiera nada más importante. Y entonces me di cuenta de la humillación, y me puse a llorar con la esperanza de que ninguna mosca se colara en su cocina porque, sin duda, intentando acabar con ella ya tendría algo más importante en que ocupar la mañana..... Él se había dado cuenta de su terrible error conmigo: se le había olvidado que teníamos una cita. Quería recompensarme: "Yo te llamaré, te lo prometo.". Sus promesas las conozco, por eso le dije: "Bien, me llamas tú. Yo no pienso llamarte. También te lo prometo."..... Pero estoy absolutamente convencida de que esta vez no seré yo quien descuelgue el teléfono para llamarle. Y lo siento. Precisamente porque ya no soy una adolescente, sé donde hay que poner un punto final. Otra cosa es que lo haga...

Hay situaciones muy similares, no importa en que lugar del mundo sucedan, la edad, el clima... nada importa.

Sobre la autora:

"Tal vez cumplir 49 años me haya animado a sentarme y mirarme a mí misma. Y a mirarle a él, casi trece años más joven que yo. Las historias que cuento son mis historias. En ellas ya no hay sed ni deseo. Ni siquiera queda amor. Sólo hay obsesión..."

~Extractos escritos por Isabel Gala
tomado de su Blog NO ES SED NI DESEO
en La Coctelera

So close… and yet so far… In my brain there is a reunion and the stamp in the proform says FORBIDDEN...

... He is the one I dream of... the one I invented in my head... the one that I made up in my bed thinking I could probably find him while being awake... he only exists in my dreams in my thoughts, in my naked soul, in my silly eyes… will I find him? will I get to know him? will I ever get to tell him that he was the one I was expecting my whole life?

Dozens of them I've met, but yet none is like him. I thought I met once one… thought it was him, but then misguided… They use his disguised, they wear his mask, they pretend to be the one but yet there is no match... the match that will light up the flame, flame that will provide the light, light that will give me a chance to be disguised...

At this moment,there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world.

Some are running scared. Some are coming home.
Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just now facing the truth.
Some are evil men, at war with good. Some are good, struggling with evil.

6 billion people in the world, 6 billion souls...
 and sometimes all you need is one.

~One Three Hill  (WB) Peyton Sawyer
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QD4lHJ_YZmw

Say That You'll Stay A Little
Don't Say Bye Bye Tonight
Say You'll Be Mine Just A Little Bit Of Love
Is Worth A Moment Of Your Time
Knocking On Your Door Just A Little
So Cold Outside Tonight
Lets Get A Fire Burning
Oh I Know I'll Keep It Burning Bright If You Stay
Won't You Stay
Stay

Save Room For My Love
Save Room For The Moment To Be With Me
Save Room For My Love
Save A Little Save A Little For Me
Won't You Save A Little
Save A Little For Me Ohhh

This Just Might Hurt A Little
Love Hurts Sometimes When You Do It Right
Dont Be Afraid Of A Little Bit Of Pain
Pleasure Is On The Other Side
Let Down Your Guard Just A Little
I'll Keep You Safe In These Arms Of Mine
Hold On To Me Pretty Baby You Will See
I Can Be All You Need If You Stay
Won't You Stay
Stay

Save Room For My Love
Save Room For The Moment To Be With Me
Save Room For My Love
Save A Little Save A Little For Me
Won't You Save A Little
Save A Little For Me Ohhh

Bah Da Ba Baaa
Da Da Daaa

Ohhh Come On
Make Time To Live A Little
Don't Let This Moment Slip By Tonight
Youll Never Know What Your Missing 'Til You Try
I'll Keep You Satisfied If You Stay
Won't You Stay
Stay

Save Room For My Love
Save Room For The Moment To Be With Me
Save Room For My Love
Save A Little Save A Little For Me
Won't You Save A Little
Save A Little For Me Ohhh