[ENGLISH] "To Beatriz, Result Of Constant Motivation And Inspiration" [LOVE LETTER]

   Today I wanted to share with you a very personal love letter, which I presented in February of this year to a competition in Madrid.

   This contest was resolved yesterday, not having obtained for me the expected results.

   I hope you enjoy it anyways.

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   The darkness was hovering over him, just as the sea is hovering over the atolls, trying to penetrate inside and engulf it in a gradual and inexorable way.

   No external agent in the form of support or affection, obstructed with impermeable and soft wrapping, the inescapable and dark immersion, in that breathable dimension of bitterness, hatred and incomprehension.

   Inside, the eroded walls of self-love and confidence, which once protected like paladins in a thousand battles, the divine treasure of naive happiness by right, were beginning to be unable to contain the petty stalking.

   Subjugated and flooded, not even the last tears of the already dry wells of his longing, managed to repel with their purity the so dark vileness.

   And when the last breath of hope was to be exhaled, and through the jumbled and whirling stream to be dragged, a bright and dense light radiated, with the force of a great star.

   After the initial blindness and blurring the shadows mercilessly, a feminine silhouette was looking at him from equal to equal, with a shameful and radiant smile in her face.

   The beauty of this creature, of delicate and fine features, was led by that complexion of white whiteness.

   But he could only contemplate her for a few moments, which were enough for his eyes to always look at his clear memory inside and his feet were forever looking for their location.

   The memory of that floral beauty, of apparent fragile wrapping, turned out to be over time, the strongest dam against any dark thrust.

   The love for that perfect creation was undoubtedly his best cane, and yearning for its warm midday light, was overcome by any obstacle with its reminiscence as a guide.

   She did not need to fight; she did not consider relieving; she did not even had to speak ...; she did not curse, she did not try to dissuade; she did not had to moderate...

   It was enough for her to help simply with existing.

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