Carmine

“Sadness gives depth. Happiness gives height. Sadness gives roots. Happiness gives branches. Happiness is like a tree going into the sky, and sadness is like the roots going down into the womb of the earth. Both are needed, and the higher a tree goes, the deeper it goes, simultaneously. The bigger the tree, the bigger will be its roots. In fact, it is always in proportion. That’s its balance.”

“Sadness gives depth. Happiness gives height. Sadness gives roots. Happiness gives branches. Happiness is like a tree going into the sky, and sadness is like the roots going down into the womb of the earth. Both are needed, and the higher a tree goes, the deeper it goes, simultaneously. The bigger the tree, the bigger will be its roots. In fact, it is always in proportion. That’s its balance.”

“The capacity to be alone is the capacity to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it is not. It is an existential truth: only those people who are capable of being alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of the other person—without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other.”

“Hoy soñé contigo, y por alguna razón busqué todas las formas posibles para poder despertar – sabía que no eras tú- , era una simple proyección de mi mente/cuerpo extrañándote, pudiste haber sido tú , lo sé, pudiste volar e ir a un lugar que no visitas, aún así no serías capaz de recordarlo. Es increíble la forma en la que cualquier tipo de sensación es capaz de quedarse impresa en el cerebro para así poder reproducirla algún día / cualquier día. -Olí tu cabello, escuché tu voz, vi tus ojos, besé tus labios- Los dos sabíamos que algo no andaba bien. Me besaste con necedad y desesperación como solías hacerlo cada vez que tu corazón se aceleraba. Es gracioso ¿no crees? lo que un día la vida se encargo de desaparecer, un sueño viene y te lo recuerda. -Un gusto volver a verte -Un gusto volver a sentirte -Un gusto recordarte INTENTA NO REGRESAR.”

“[…] Quiero ser libre, aunque me vuelva loca, aunque sufra como nadie, seré libre. Prefiero una libertad árida, empobrecida antes que esta adoración carente de sentido, irreconciliable con la realidad. Cuando uno no quiere amar no ama. Y yo no quiero amar así.”

How could she feel nostalgia when he was right in front of her? How can you suffer from the absence of a person who is present?