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By JD Date: 2005 Jan 21 Comment on this Work [[2005.01.21.23.05.29332]] |
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It was lifetimes ago a summer afternoon in a park named after the clouds where you bought me mangoes dipped in rock salt and you told me that you will marry me here someday in this park named after the clouds where a hundred contradictions occur each moment like the sand-less beach beyond the emerald cotton grass the only place where lava is cradled in water where love begins and ends again within seconds, like a heartbeat, or perhaps it all happened after years of sorrow, years of compromise, I don't know, but in this place, where the caricature of our unbridled youth is engraved the scent of pine fills the Laguna tropical air and I am reminded of home, but before I leave, before you leave me, I will paint this picture in my mind and hope that one day, I will return back to this place, a place of a hundred contradictions and know that the mark of our love remains. And when old age has made my heart wiser, and my soul kinder, I will forgive you. And when my youth has escaped from my tired fingers, and I am in the last days of my life, I will return here and remember the most beautiful summer afternoon of my life, and even then, I will be unprepared for the beauty of you. |