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 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…
