MARIA VALENCIA

THE COUPLE LIVED IN A TOWN THAT SEEM TO HAVE A PROSPEROUS FUTURE. GEOGRAPHICALLY, THE TOWN CONSIST OF PLATEAUS, MOUNTAINS AND VALLEYS. ITS CLIMATE, TROPICAL AND RAIN FOREST LIKE PROVIDED EVIDENCE OF NATURAL GROWTH ACROSS ITS DARK BROWNISH SOIL. A RIVER SHAPED LIKE A UNICORN, BIRTHED IN THE NORTHEAST REGION DOWN TO THE SOUTHWEST REGION JOINING THE ATLANTIC. WITH A CARPENTRY BUSINESS THE COUPLE'S FUTURE LOOKED PROMISING AS THE TOWN’S POPULATION STAGGERED ON A WEEKLY BASIS. ** Rosa-Maria is the name of the woman in this story. ** Valencia is the third largest city in Spain.

THERE, I HEAR THE SOUNDS OF THE HORN ONCE

THERE, I HEAR THE SOUNDS OF THE HORN TWICE

THE SHIP HAS LEFT THE HARBOR.

I FELL BEHIND CRYING ON THE DOCK

DEPARTED WITH MY LIFETIME INVESTMENT AND STOCK.

THERE GOES THE SHIP…

ON A JOURNEY TO VAST WATERS OF THE OCEAN

THE RIVER IS NO LONGER A CHALLENGE

LIFE’S NO LONGER A BALANCE

SHE’S TAKEN ALL THAT WAS LEFT OF ME TO VALENCIA

WHO’S TO PUT ME OUT OF THIS MISERY?

GOD, THE CONQUERER OF ALL

PLEASE WAKE ME FROM THIS REALITY.

THERE, I HEAR THE SOUNDS OF THE HORN ONCE

THERE, I HEAR THE SOUNDS OF THE HORN TWICE

THE SHIP HAS LEFT THE HARBOR.

I FELL BEHIND CRYING ON THE DOCK

THIRSTY AS SAHARA

I AM WAITING FOR THE RAIN TO BRING GROWTH.

IN THE MORNING, I DAY DREAM ABOUT OUR LIVES TOGETHER

REMINISCING ON THE DAYS WE PLANNED TO EXCHANGE VOWS IN THE LATE SEASONS OF JUNE.

WONDERING HOW YOU DISAPPEARED FOREVER

IN THE NIGHT I COUNT THE PATTERNS OF THE MOON BECAUSE ROSA-MARIA OVER POWERED SLEEP.

THERE, I HEAR THE SOUNDS OF THE HORN ONCE

THERE, I HEAR THE SOUNDS OF THE HORN TWICE

DEPARTED FROM THE HARBOR

I’M LEFT WITH A LONG LASTING DETRIMENT TO MY SPIRIT.

MEMORIES REMAIN ALIVE UNTIL WE UNITE

AS THE SUN’S FINGERPRINTS RELOCATES ACROSS THE SKY,

I HOPE THE GODS OF THE WIND PUNISH THE WAVES THAT KEPT MY WORRIES TIED.

**PHASE 2**

CANOEING THROUGH VAST WATERS OF THE OCEAN

RESISTING CONSTANT WAVES IN MOTION,

ALL SO I MAY FOLLOW THIS MATCHING SOUND OF MY HEART BEAT,

HIDDEN SOMEWHERE IN VALENCIA.

STRIVING THROUGH FORESTS UNKNOWN,

SEEKING TO GRASP HER APPEARANCE IN FULL BLOWN,

I HEARD STORIES LIKE THESE HAVE HAPPY ENDINGS.

HIDDEN SOMEWHERE IN VALENCIA.

IT IS TRUE THAT OPPORTUNITY COMES TO THOSE WHO WAIT.

BUT JUST HOW CLOSE ONE MUST BE IN ORDER TO SEIZE ?

LOVE IS SOMETIMES JUST BELIEFS OF THE UNTHINKABLE…

THIS TIME MY BEATS HAS TAKEN AN ALTERNATIVE DIRECTION

PALPABLE AS REALITY BE, I FOUND HER MAKING SOUNDS WITH ANOTHER KIND

DEFINITELY NOT MINE.

IMPOSING SELF TO EMBRACE THIS FINAL MOMENT WITH RELIEF IS ALL THAT’S LEFT OF ME

IN THIS EPIPHANY

REGARDLESS OF THE PROMISES MADE ON RAIN, STORM, SLEET & SNOW

SHE’S DISCOVERED A NEW FLOW, TO CARRY ON

I MUST LET HER GO.

AND SO AT NIGHT, MY MEMOIRE PREPARES ITS SHARE…

MY DEAR,

YOU DISCOREVERED A NEW SOUND.

I FEARED THERE’S NO COMING BACK.

BUT MAY THIS MUSIC BE EVERLASTING TO YOUR EARS

FOR THEY DON’T COME IN VAGUE

ENJOY.

**PHASE 3**

IF YOU WANT TO BE GIVEN EVERYTHING, GIVE EVERYTHING UP.

EVEN THOUGH GIVING IS NOT A TWO WAY STREET.

DAYS HAVE PASSED AND LIFE LOOKS MORE LIKE REAPED HISTORY

I SHALL DARE TO UTTER BLASPHEMIES AGAINST IT

MEMORIES OF THE DOCK AND THE WAVES AND ROSA-MARIA TRIGGER MY LONG GONE SENSE OF TOUCH TO HOW WE USE TO BE.

NOW I SEE THAT IT IS EASY LOVING THAN BEING LOVED…