QUOTABLE
By the River of Piedra I sat down and wept.There is a legend that everything that falls into the waters of this river-leaves,insects,the feathers of birds-is transformed into the rocks that makes the riverbed.If only I could tear out my heart and hurl it into the current,then my pain and longing would be over,and I could finally forget May my tears run just as far ,that my love might never know that one day I cried for him.May my tears run just as far,that I might forget ther River Piedra..the mists,and the paths we walked together Seek to live,remembrance is for the old...perhaps love makes us old before our time or young,if youth has passed ...I write to try to turn sadness into longing,solitude into remembrance So that when I finished telling myself the story,I can toss it into the Piedra
0 Comments
|