Missing you
Jun 10th 2009, 12:42 PM"I wish I could love without your existence...
And take you without you being there."Tags: Love Poem MIssing you Fernando Pessoa
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Sad"I wish I could love without your existence...
And take you without you being there."
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I was remembering in these days about a period when I was abroad and how was the politic scene at Europe. Before the 90's the Europe was basically
divided into Oriental Europe (Communist) and Occidental Europe. We spent 5 days at Budapest, Hungary capital, before we go to Prague. In that time,
even with the politics changes happened, dissolving the communist regime, many countries of Oriental Europe were still reflecting the long period
under this time. A culture like this can't be changed from one day to another. Those changes are just felt from generation to another.
Well, we were visiting the Hungary Parliament Building, also knew as The House of Nations. Built in 1906, along the Danube river margin and where laws
and decisions about the Hungarian nation are taken. Indeed in the Second Great War the Hungarian Parliament was much more than this. Important
documents of the Nazism were kept in its basement. I had an opportunity to work with someone whose Grandfather's was from the SS (Hitler Secret
Service Police) and one of his attributions was to kept those documents safe.
It’s said about the existence of a big secret tunnel, still unknown even for the Hungary government, with its entrance in the parliament basement,
crossing under the Danube
, passing by the Fisherman’s Bastion to the Buda's Castle (Budas Vár). This tunnel were made for, if was necessary, remove those documents, as the
nazis officers, when they were in dangerous.
There won't know if this tunnel was used by the Nazis some day, but is still believed that in the Cold War CIA and KGB agents used this tunnel.
BlockedA flower translates in yours own form, in the shine of its petals, in each smell exhaled the promises that from me, you have heard...
A flower reflects each act of my heart. Fool. Bold within the wind touch, and with the other side, your breath...
A flower that together us. Two souls into one. A flower silenced like a kiss under some moon light...
A flower which I must reverence, that I want to be so yours, in happiness, in sadness, in health and even after death.
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