Today I write the saddest lines.

This is the day when it ended. Today something ends again. Maybe this is the day when i lose something and things end. Last year I thought i will remember this night forever. A year gone by. So quick and so slow but you i still remember. That night i still remember

"Love is so short, forgetting is so long."

I swing like a pendulum into extremities. Sometimes things seem so wrong and sometimes so right. I don’t feel sad cause it has ended. I feel sad because the way it has ended. The places I visit nowerdays have taken a new meaning...the garden is not just a garden. It has become a symbol. Every street i go by my soul says farewell to it...i pay my respects or thank them.
All these goodbyes and all these farewells. This city is full of memories for me. My youth is attached to this city.
This city has seen the sweetness of love and the pain of heartbreak with me.

"Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.


Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her."

---Pablo Neruda