I was going...

... Through my old poems and writings. Things that I have kept with me since my third semester in high school (that was about the time when I decided to start writing).

Man... some of this things are harsh and painful. Things that I wrote in a dark period of my life and while I read them I can't stop myself from remembering... and all those feelings haunt me again. In the other hand I have also great things, happy things that help me remember about the first time that I felt in love.

Check this out:

"Dreams get caught in the night, they are afraid of the light. Sometimes I wonder if I really want to wake, maybe it is possible to never open my eyes and die in that dream. I remember that morning when I opened my eyes and cry, I heard the birds, I felt the sun and I long for the night, for the dream; because in that dream I dreamt a kiss from you, because in that dream I dreamt I touch from you, because in that dream I heard you say I Love you."

This one came upon me the first time I ever fetl heartache...

And this one:

have you ever fell a hole in your chest,
have you ever see a star in her eyes,
have you ever need to just look at her smile,
have you ever fell for someone?

It hurts in my heart when she is not around
It hurts even more when she is in my arms
Who would have tell, no one could imagine
That this lonely soul could have ever fall

I wrote it the first time I felt in love... a now nameless girls that manage to make understand that all those "someone sisters" out there were girls... that smell nice and kiss smoothly. For that I am thankful nameless girl.

So many things…

It’s great to be able to read all these things… they are like a time machine. They have to ability to take you back and make you feel it all over again.

Never… never underestimate the power of writing.