February 13, 2022
Como la Gran Novela Americana, impulsada por la complejidad y el desarrollo de los personajes
Una memoria sin páginas que exige nuestra atención y enfoque.
Me atraiste
Palabra por palabra
Al principio, pensé que era un cuento simple
Me proyecté en la narrativa
Pero no se trataba de mí
Se trataba de cómo podría servir a la historia
Me enamoré de
Sin saber lo que era el amor
Lo leo en mi voz
Y poco a poco borré la tuya
Entonces llegué a una página en blanco
Te habías ido
Y yo estaba solo
Con solo mi voz y la historia que había tratado de escribir
En el vacio
Reinicie desde el primer capitulo
Y vi la verdad
Que ahí, en tu voz, está la desnudez de cada historia
Dejé de existir en la eterna verdad de ti
Desapareciendo en las páginas
Mi amor no era sobre el lector
Fue en estar presente con el autor
No eres un libro
Un volumen en un estante para ser admirado
Una hermosa tapa del libro envuelta alrededor de una historia interesante
Eres el cosmos que lo creó y he tenido el privilegio de tenerlo en mis manos
The Story of How I Found My Heart (For Valentines Day)
Like the Great American Novel, driven by complexity and character development
A page-less memoir demanding our wrapt attention and focus
You drew me in
Word by word
At first, I thought it was a simple tale
I projected myself into the narrative
But it wasn’t about me
It was about how I could serve the story
I fell in love
Without knowing what love was
I read it in my voice
And gradually erased yours
Then I reached a blank page
You were gone
And I was alone
With only my voice and the story I had tried to write
In the emptiness
I restarted from the first chapter
And saw the truth
That there, in your voice, is the bareness of every story
I ceased to exist in the eternal truth of you
Disappearing into the pages
My love was not about the reader
It was in being present with the author
You are not a book
A volume on a shelf to be admired
A beautiful cover wrapped around an interesting tale
You are the cosmos that created it and I have been privileged to hold it in my hands
This is beautiful.Happy Hearts’ Day friend. And especially to the all the hearts who persevere…. Delia
1 Corinthians 13:4-7
New International Version
4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
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