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'#WritingWithFire' '#EscribirConFuego' #Documental: #Mujeres y de la casta más baja, las #reporteras #indias que nos dan una lección de #periodismo. #Periodistas #MujeresPeriodistas Por Andrea Gutiérrez Bermejo, para https://cinemania.es https://bit.ly/wwffilm https://writingwithfire.in
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'#WritingWithFire' '#EscribirConFuego' #Documental: #Mujeres y de la casta más baja, las #reporteras #indias que nos dan una lección de #periodismo. #Periodistas #MujeresPeriodistas Por Andrea Gutierrez Bermejo, para https://cinemania.es https://bit.ly/wwffilm https://writingwithfire.in
Más información acerca de #Periodismo en More information about #Journalism in: Rafael Ángel Fernández Gutiérrez http://www.rafaelangel.es http://www.agenciacomunicacion.com
The Truth
People don't always come back to you if you want them to. That's something I learnt from being with and without you on countless different occasions. But somehow the pain still manages to sneak up on me when the lights are off and when I walk past the places we shared memories and smiles, and sometimes I still feel your lips on mine when I pray for the pain to stop. It seems that mourning continues months after I last touched you and felt whole. I wish things turned out differently. Maybe then I wouldn't be writing a poem about a love story that fell apart before our eyes. We crumble when we least expect it. And I guess this is where the story ends. Because now I'm the one hoping by some miracle that you'll call or text me or something so I can know that this heart break isn't one sided. I promised myself I wouldn't feel this way. I thought I was capable of holding it together. But the truth is that I can only hold on for so long before I can fall apart. Another truthful statement is that I miss you. More than I should for the crap you put me through. And when people ask about you I lie and say how terrible you were. But all I keep thinking is how those two years that I knew you for, were the best two years of my life.
Dear Body,
I vow to look at you with a smile in the morning. I vow to complement you often and realize that there's more of importance on the inside than the out. You're the house of my soul and you're the thing to carry me through my life. You're the body I choose to nourish with contentment and the body I choose to honour. But most of all I vow to love you unconditionally, because this body of mine is a treasure in itself.
