Dear Brida,

In the depths of your despair, I stood like a steadfast rock, a beacon of unwavering support amidst the storm raging within you. I held your hand through the darkest nights, whispered words of comfort, and offered solace when the weight of the world seemed too much to bear.

But when my own shadows loomed large, when the darkness crept into the corners of my soul, you were nowhere to be found. The echoes of your absence reverberated through the hollow spaces, amplifying the loneliness and pain.

Yet, in these moments of abandonment, I discovered a strength I never knew existed—a resilience forged in the crucible of adversity. I learned to lean on myself, to find light within my own being, and to rise from the ashes of despair with newfound determination.

Our paths diverged in the midst of adversity, revealing the true nature of our connection—a bond tested by fire and tempered by absence. And though the wounds may still ache, I am grateful for the lessons learned, for they taught me the value of self-reliance and the power of inner strength.

So, as I walk this path of healing and self-discovery, I release the weight of expectations and embrace the freedom that comes from within. I am no longer tethered to the past or bound by the chains of dependency. I am liberated, standing tall in my own resilience, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.

As Albert Camus once said, "In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer." And indeed, within us, a flame of resilience burns bright, illuminating the path to liberation and self-discovery.

This journey, though painful, has been transformative—a metamorphosis from vulnerability to empowerment, from reliance to self-sufficiency. And in this newfound freedom, I find peace, acceptance, and the courage to embrace life's uncertainties with an open heart and a resilient spirit.

With hate turning into power,

Carlos

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Dear Brida,

In the echoes of our shared meals that now linger in empty spaces, I find myself reflecting on the intricacies of love and pain, of sacrifices made and ungrateful words spoken. It's in these tender moments that shadows and doubts dance.

Oh, the long nights when I stood by the stove, crafting dishes to soothe your hunger, only to be met with accusations of making a mess in the kitchen. Each clang of a utensil felt like a dagger, piercing not just the silence but also the fragile bonds of our connection. Of course, tears welled in my eyes, a testament to the pent-up emotions. And of course, you did not care. 

The subtle art of manipulation whispers in the spaces between your words, twisting truths and distorting realities. It's the act of making someone doubt their own perceptions, eroding faith until they question their own sanity.

But beneath the surface of simmering frustrations lies a deeper truth—a truth obscured by the fog of misunderstandings and unspoken pains. It's the truth of sacrifices unnoticed, of emotions neglected, and of wounds left unhealed.

In the tapestry of your love, I see the patterns of neglect and ungratefulness, of fights fought not for resolution but for the sake of being right. It's a heartbreaking symphony of missed opportunities for empathy, for compassion, for selflessness, and for truly understanding the depths of the other's sorrows.

This dance blinds us to the beauty of vulnerability, to the power of genuine apologies and forgiveness. It feeds on shallow validations and hollow victories, leaving us longing for the authenticity we once shared for fleeting, fleeting moments.

So let us not be prisoners of illusions, but rather seekers of truth and healing. Let us embrace the discomfort of facing our own shortcomings and the courage to confront the shadows within. The universe, nonetheless, notes all of our acts, and no one needs to fight for being right. Whatever it is, we reap what we sow.

Carlos

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I slipped keenly into bright ashes

As you cried your heart out

Yes, I knew you were dying,

I shouldn’t have picked your last call.

 

Darling, I’ve had to kill you

Like you killed me when you said

That you had already died when

That devil ate your body parts – one at a time;

So you had to eat mine

To bring yourself back to life.

 

You said, you wished to compensate,

That your love is something I should believe

That my kiss took you to heavens,

To the moon where we used to sleep;

 

On days we would caress each other

The nights did not arrive

We loved like birds, like frogs, like piglets

Oh, your skin used to burn mine

As though I was set aflame;

 

None of that matters now, I am afraid.

 

Darling, you’d always scared me

With your hourglass body, your gobbledygook,

And your rosy lips

And your gray eyes, like stormy skies;

You sure had a mystery, hadn’t you?

 

You’re not Aphrodite but Hecate,

And I couldn’t tell the difference,

You were a rose in the face,

You’d thorns in the heart

And I thought you were a work of art.

 

You lay naked in my bed

In the picture I had of you –

Skin soft as sad music,

Eyes dark as the yawning grave,

But no less the brutal witch who

Tore my heart into two.

 

We were fifteen when you set my lust ablaze

At eighteen, you tried killing yourself.

You killed me too, along the way

By unfolding your history.

 

You stole my bricks to build our home

And kicked me out when it was done;

You welcomed another devil who

looked just like the old one.

 

But somehow, I got out the gutter

And I well knew what I’d to do;

I pictured every woman like you –

The dark-eyed woman with an innocent look.

 

Your love was out of the garbage pile

And I kept loving you with a smile.

But darling, the show is out now

We know it wasn’t worthwhile.

 

Darling, you have killed a pilgrim

And I’ve fed a witch –

The witch who drank my blood for four years

and sucked my lips dry,

and robbed me of my brains and wits.

 

Your black heart has holes everywhere

The prophets always hated you

They are spitting on your picture now,

They knew you were the hullabaloo.

Darling, darling, you bastard

I promise I will get back to you.

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