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    Eternally yours: when one lifetime is not enough # 1

    Story written on June 18, 2008 by Braz.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=69969
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    I could hear my voice. It was me talking in a forgotten language, so distant but dear and intimate to me and my ears.
    “Not now, please… She’s… coming back…” The kiss of the wind in the nape of my head helped me to finish the sentence:
    “…To me…”

    I didn’t know when it begin because since I know myself, it always been there. During my early years; my adolescence, my adultness. Visions of other times, other lives. Visions of a woman. And all those feelings.No…A unique feeling. How it feels to die…

     

    It was a feeling.

    A sensation.

    A nightmare.

    And the death.

    My death.

    I died.

    I can describe it.

    I can see clearly still these days because it is still there. Here. Inside, for some reason, I can tell you by heart. It’s a vision that I carried with me because it began like the most delightful dream.

     

    I was standing there, watching the horizon line. The horizon that offered me hopes. I was nor a boy or a girl. It didn’t matter. Never really mattered, I was… just… me and this feeling of hungry need, urgency, this joy in the edge of me. This happiness to come.

    I was waiting for my love to come.

     

    I was standing there, arms beside my body, watching, like if centuries would pass without my presence because only that woman made me alive. I would reborn any minute from now on, because of her sudden arrival. This one that I miss so much would bring life to me once more. So I was there: waiting.

     

    The horizon.

    The sun.

    The dawn.

    The heat.

    The dust.

    And the endless, endless horizon.

     

    And nothing, nothing could take away my smile. I am captured by my hope. My eyes planted at the linear perspective waiting, with ardor, that the straight  line gained curves and became your silhouette. I dreamed awoke with you. my love.

    I was waiting but it didn’t come from south.

    And what came from the north wasn’t only my curled hair, that danced with the wind in my face.

    It came from the north and I felt penetrate deep in my skin. It was so powerful: the pull. For thousands of seconds I felt the acute pain: an arrow.

    It came from the north and arrived in the middle of my back, among my shoulders. I felt my heart unbutton from my chest. A flower of death was blossoming in me.

     

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    7. Oh, dear Braz, you posted this fantastic epic! Yaaay!! We love the intensity of the scenes, the words you use and the details are just magnificent. As for the corps of your computer, plus the info lost *big sigh* tell us about THAT! We already went thru the same bitter experience and Chicki is right, a flashdrive is the answer to save your precious info. and stories. We do not doubt that you have the capacity to rewrite anything. However, inspiration will be needed again, dear friend. Keep making us happy, while unfolding this excellent story! Big hugs & Kisses on both your cheeks. Lucero & Marsha (Latin JC’s Salsa Aunties)

    12. You make me so proud of you Braz. You are such a deep writer, and one who is fearless. We both know how honest that is, but also how challenging it may be as well. You have me hooked once more as you weave the words you so delicately choose. You are one of the best! As for losing the chapters of your other story, as I’ve recommended to many, save your stories or a flashdrive. I’m sorry you lost that work. Take care and TTYS. xo

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