Pablo Rintoul
Tucuman, Argentina
rintoul@rintoul.com
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What For?
What for? Why should I? If I can’t live with her, I can’t live without her either, or should I live for her? And if so, is that what I want for my life?
I want to die for her, not because of her, or is it destiny? I hope not, I am not meant to live this way, or die the way I am thinking, am I? No, not I, That’s too sad, Too sad for me, do I deserve this? Why? What have I done? And, Is there something bad enough to make me go throw this pain, but I am stocked here, I will grow with her, and I will protect her. But it’s too much for me, I don’t know why I just can’t get her out of my mind, and that’s ok, but how do I get her out of my heart? And it’s painful, oh! So painful, too painful maybe…
Is that idea of dying without a kiss of her mouth, or without that piece of her heart, what is making this calamity eternal and so full of agony and wasted love?
There’s nothing I can do, but I can’t stand without doing anything. I can only think of helping from somewhere else.
“Maybe we’ll live our deaths together, and so, I’ll burry my life, and die, my love”
PeR
She came looking for what I couldn’t give her
And she left with the only thing no one else could.