A damn old love letter to an angel rural
I loved, I loved spontaneous loved him wild. And now that I do not love him It presents as a ghost in the night. Years have passed slowly, taking uncertain times. And now that my hands cracked tottering, he appears in the environment of the moon, when the clouds we cry and he mourns her departure.
"It was a lie, yeah I loved you, I love you now and always will ..."
His voice becomes an echo spread between rain and dissolved in tears.
Then I asked in a whisper thin always carry it in my memory to remember it.
How can we forget the man whom I loved so much, which I both want, knowing that I was cursed to desire?
But now I say he goes, he will not return, life as vomiting and death claims him.
Do not damn was I? So why is he and not me who left this world?
drops keep falling from his eyes and the heavens. His face is just beautiful, beauty is the same for eight years.
I bring a hand to his face, dry a tear or two and then tangle my fingers in his hair still just as light and silky, with the same golden glow.
"I never forgot you and I can never do it ..."
"... I still love?"
"No. I stopped loving you ... when my son was born. "
His eyes revealed his dismay me.
"Do you have a child?"
"Yes, three years."
Fakes a smile, as in those years when he smiled and continued commitment to my games lover.
"Surely it is as handsome as you."
fell silent, watching a crimson emboldened in his brown eyes. Your mind wanders, I notice clueless in his face. Child Smile with air and stared at my shoes.
"You must know more about it than me, you're a doctor ..."
began to fall prey to nerves, I knew when he put his hands in his pockets.
"... AIDS is not spread with saliva, right?"
"Where are you getting at?"
His gaze is riveted in my eyes now, I drilled and filled me with nostalgia .
"Just one kiss, just that I ask."
"... Impossible. "
" Why? ... Do you give disgust? Is that right? "
" Of course not "
" Do not lie! "
The piercing scream from her throat was accompanied by a frenzy of crying. I felt a kind of thorn embedded somewhere in the chest. Almost as a reflex I grabbed him, hugged him tightly as if she could melt into it, as it once dreamed. But it was only fear, a slight fear that caused me the beauty of her face crying.
"Do not ask me now what I always prayed for you."
put his arms around me, to feel them as I could make the disease began to play with him, her arms thin and frail now I did notice.
rain still lashed on us, whitish smoke coming out of our mouths, their lips were icy, his hands were freezing, and I knew that soon his life will also be frozen.
I grabbed him by the cheeks and kissed him, kissed his lips moist, were salted by rain or perhaps tears. Contact with his mouth for a moment filled me with memories. How many times I tried to kiss him this way? How many times have I said what I felt for him? How many times do I reproached myself loving a man?
The man who loves a man is cursed, but I loved him as a man, and the curse went with my loved.
Because life was not just me or him for that and for what once felt for this man, who before my lover in a dream, it was my best friend. Therefore today we kiss, first and last time.
4 walls 
After many entries came into my head: What does the title of the blog? 
