When they cried, for the opposite, was as if it was in desperation desiring to modify the circumstances in as, he stops in that instant making the sadness to cease. Its pride of being happy, its satisfaction in walking of hands given ahead of they knew that it, with its fool security and certainty of that never the man could have the domain. that it passes in the heart of another person. The souvenir is a cruel tyrant and without mercy. It is not imported in provoking pain and suffering. It is not imported in removing the forces and sucking the spirit. It comes the moment all she makes and it to associate everything what today she does not belong more it. She is as if it came and had pleasure in saying: She sees what she had and she does not have more.
She sees the treasure that she loved, she lived and she showed to all with pride. Plus you she will never have. Together with the souvenir comes the homesickness. Equally cruel, they do not free it of the suffering. They do not leave it to forget that never more it will have loved its and that it will only remain the uncertainty of what happened, as and reason. Since of so sudden, nothing he justifies, nothing he is credible and never, never it will know the truth. Therefore the human being knows it to hide and this nobody has to be able to discover. As in the death of a wanted being, who in one day is healthful and happy and in the other he was forever, generating desperation, incompreenso and anguish, it came the disillusionment and tragedy of the love. When more it believed, more it makes it to disillusionment to suffer. The more it loved, plus it is being strong, the more it traced plans plus it the torture.