Embracing Growth Through Emotion
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ScribdTranslationsBut it's okay
Alright... why do these insignificant things
that probably won't happen
I think it’s fine,
equal for you
I have already gotten used to it.
they bring a silly smile to my face,
let's see how you go,
And that...
to observe you from a distance.
It's okay.
Seeing how you give away your warm smile
to the people you love.
March.
It's okay,
we don't talk,
but our gazes
they seem to be the closest friends.
That's fine,
you keep going on your way,
As I will follow mine.
It's okay,
even if I am dying
I really want you to talk to me,
to be able to be the guilty one
of your smiles.
All of this is fine,
but what is not right
I can't continue
with my life as if nothing.
You have become
so present without being
that the sun already desires
stop seeing you,
to think of you,
or question the things you like
it has become so impossible
for me
How could you not imagine?
My flowers
favoritas…
If they asked me
What is my favorite flower?
they come to my mind
various options.
From the favorites
from my mom
what are sunflowers,
or maybe
the yellow daffodils
flower that loves
my best friend.
Or mention something common
like red roses.
But I consider myself strange
therefore every time
what they ask me
comes out of my mouth
the word tulip
A flower so special
and so simple
but with a meaning
difficult and deep
how I am.
Mar.
Smile,
Smile so as not to smile
And smile
to cry... Everything will pass.
Because the only solution to not cry
Crying is to smile.
to cry
and cry.
It's the only thing Mar.
in what I could think.
But despite
if that were my only thought,
at that moment,
the tears just wouldn't come out
Oh well... they couldn't go out.
So many hopeful gazes
put on me.
And although it was believed
that rage consumed me,
what really made it
it was the disappointment,
the anguish,
or maybe it was the exhaustion
that the situation would always repeat.
But crying was not my solution,
Well, if I cried, it would be a new problem.
and now I just wished they didn't exist.
I look at the sky with flooded eyes,
deep breath,
and my thoughts change.
Yes...
For you... I cried for you,
I missed you,
I looked for you.
You come,
you are leaving,
But also by letting you go,
you return.
I waited for you,
You apologize, I hated you,
I forgive you. I forgave you.
and that without me realizing it,
You cry, it gave me peace.
I accompany you.
He/she cried,
Mar.
you abandon me.
You are moving away,
I miss you.
I'm looking for you,
don't look for me.
Always the same routine,
It tires me, I can't deny it,
and the pain it causes me neither.
I don't know what you feel,
your indifference does not allow me to know it.
Only one thing...
That I got tired,
in the time when I decided not to search for you
and to distance myself,
I realized that.
Laughter arrived,
the tears ceased.
The good times have arrived
and the sad ones went away.
Because, in the end,
Grow... even if it hurts,
there are small moments of happiness
what makes you believe it's worth it,
Suffering, so much sadness.
with some fits of laughter.
This is how I would define growing. Mar.
See the people you love
what did you want,
getting along with other people who are not
to your liking.
It is painful, but that is growing up.
Disappearing for a while without knowing what to do,
why thoughts abound.
It's complicated, but that's growing.
To know
my
discuss
and to hate someone,
to then forgive and forget.
It's hard, but that's growing up.
If it's so easy to say it.
Why is it so sad to do it?
That is why I define growing as suffering,
with fits of laughter.
My life in a
album...
Memories reflected on paper
making time stand still.
Even if they don't return
they continue to be felt.
You make me remember
the faces of happiness
of my loved ones,
of my favorite moments
and beautiful landscapes
that bring me nostalgia.
My life in an album
and even when reliving these images
I smile and cry
I can remember
and create with you
my own story.
Mar