And finally published the third and final part of this prize: the story in which, as I promterí a Happy Eyes, would be the protagonist. Hope you like it. To better understand the essence of history is highly recommended to read the interview I did with Happy in the post before this one (Now with X Sex: Award (II)).
For those who did not read the first two parts and want to do, here are links:
"Now with X Sex: Award (I)"
"Now with X Sex: Award (II)"
Without further ado: the story!
EYE GIRL HAPPY
I did travel for a moment from my past, a past that sometimes had wished not to have ever lived. He was briefly cross paths with the girl with black eyes and feel myself as an arrow pierced the soul seeking its target accurate.
I shuddered at the thought that the reflection of that look I was too familiar: who knew well how it feels to close your eyes and that nothing will overwhelm you, to wake up one morning in a glass cube, caged and tied countless threads that are stuck in the flesh until enmarañarte the soul in a world of chaos, a world sometimes dark, sometimes light, shadows and light, joy and sorrow, two parallel worlds, convergent and unclaimed .
time stopped in the darkness of those jet black eyes that hid a wounded soul and heart traveler without luggage or destiny, but luckily that darkness was not able to extinguish its light. While there is light there is hope, and while there is hope, yet all is not lost.
I approached her. There were no words, only gestures and looks that said it all ...
"Suffering is more chronic pain, to transform a time when a state. Is to stick to the memory of what not to stop mourn mourn, not to forget, not to give it up, but sometimes you have to lose to win.
is time to untie the knots of the soul, to bury silence and sadness and try to explore other worlds, other perspectives, other colors.
If you have all the colors at your fingertips, why choose only the dark? Why not change the nostalgia for the joy, disappointment and hope, sorrow and joy?
The day you do you cast your cage and you can fly again . Only then those black eyes will be lost!
The day I decided to do so I started calling "the girl with bright eyes."
I shuddered at the thought that the reflection of that look I was too familiar: who knew well how it feels to close your eyes and that nothing will overwhelm you, to wake up one morning in a glass cube, caged and tied countless threads that are stuck in the flesh until enmarañarte the soul in a world of chaos, a world sometimes dark, sometimes light, shadows and light, joy and sorrow, two parallel worlds, convergent and unclaimed .
time stopped in the darkness of those jet black eyes that hid a wounded soul and heart traveler without luggage or destiny, but luckily that darkness was not able to extinguish its light. While there is light there is hope, and while there is hope, yet all is not lost.
I approached her. There were no words, only gestures and looks that said it all ...
"Suffering is more chronic pain, to transform a time when a state. Is to stick to the memory of what not to stop mourn mourn, not to forget, not to give it up, but sometimes you have to lose to win.
is time to untie the knots of the soul, to bury silence and sadness and try to explore other worlds, other perspectives, other colors.
If you have all the colors at your fingertips, why choose only the dark? Why not change the nostalgia for the joy, disappointment and hope, sorrow and joy?
The day you do you cast your cage and you can fly again . Only then those black eyes will be lost!
The day I decided to do so I started calling "the girl with bright eyes."
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Dedicated to Happy Eyes.
All brown wonderful phrases are taken from his blog. I've only handled and combined on a whim to create this little story about his nickname. Hope you like, Happy! Inspired
also something that one day someone told me about the stained glass ...
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