To my brother

It is difficult for a girl to integrate a group which feels that it is part. Strange, very strange. I belong to them but do not belong there. Today someone told me "it's like in my heart there were three large holes, you heal up and one that my greatest pride." It's hard to have lived so long to see in others what I can´t see in me ... part of me lived in silence for many years and to sustain this silence I had to grow. Sometimes I think to myself it would be better than silence had never silent ... but he paused and eluded me with the most wonderful things in the world. The illusions are powerful ways to lie about the hard reality that we are about to live. The higher the jump was so great was the great was the fall, the disappointment ... but despite all are things I'll never forget, there are people who deserve my love and respect ... like you my brother
You know what? I love my brother but he doesn´t know… and he cry because he think that I don´t love her. I can´t tell her. If I say it someone die… it´s too hard. My brother is one amazing person. Funny, sweet, beautiful mind… he understand, I have sure that he love me too. But he are one of them… in the game, whatever you love your imine, you have to killer, if this love makes you stop, who die is you because he have to kill you…it´s a game . Don´t have choice…
The only thing you can do it is disappear… if you do this, you lose yourself, you lose your own love…inside of you there is no more nothing. Live is a game, a danger game but you can´t stop this “show”… is much worse dying inside than outside die. However life is hard, will be so much hard if you stop living it.


I love so much... if you know it...