ValeriieScoot

Welcome to my home.

I am

Valerie, please.

As long as you exist, as long as my gaze searches for you beyond the hills, as long as nothing fills my heart but your image, and there is a remote possibility that you are alive somewhere, illuminated by some light. As long as I sense that you are and that you are called that, with that name of yours so small, I will continue as I do now, my beloved, transfixed from distance, under that love that grows and never ends, under that love that goes on and never ends.

Love exists like a fire to burn in its beauty all the ugliness in the world. Love exists as a gift from the benign goddesses to those who love beauty and multiply it, like flowers and waters.. Love exists as a gift only for those who are willing to give up any other gift.. Love exists to inhabit the world as if it were the paradise that a distracted lover lost through laziness for lack of wisdom.. Love exists to make clocks pop long becomes short the short infinity and beauty erases the ugliness of the world.

If man could say what he loves, if man could lift up his love for heaven like a cloud in light; If, like walls that crumble, to greet the truth erect in the midst, I could crumble his body, leaving only the truth of his love, the truth of himself, which is not called glory, fortune or ambition, but love or desire, I would be the one I imagined; He who with his tongue, his eyes and his hands proclaims before men the unknown truth, the truth of his true love. Freedom I know but the freedom to be bound to someone whose name I cannot hear without shiver, someone for whom I forget this petty existence for whom day and night are for me whatever I want, and my body and spirit float in his body and spirit like lost timbers that the sea drowns. Or raise freely, with the freedom of love, the only freedom that exalts me, the only freedom that I fight for. Thou justifiest my being: if I knew thee not, I had not lived; if I knew thee not, I had not been, for I had not lived..

I saw you come through the door, kiss my nose, look me in the eye in that unique way, the way only you look me in the eye: breaking the calendar. I watched you do those simple things that you do to make the world come to its senses, and I didn't know who to thank..

Sometimes I feel like being corny to say, "I love you madly". Sometimes I want to be a fool to scream: I love her so much. Sometimes I want to be young to cry curled up in her bounty. Sometimes I want to be by your side to feel, your warmth and your look that grows me a flower breaking my chest, a flower, and say: this flower, for you.

Ni recuerdos ni presagios: Just present, singing. No silence, no words: your voice, only, only, speaking to me. No hands, no lips, just two bodies, far apart, separated. light and darkness, eyes and sight, vision, the vision of the soul. And finally, finally, neither joy nor sorrow, neither heaven nor earth, neither above nor below, neither life nor being here, nothing but love, only loving.