... time to say goodbye...

Six months ago I started this Blog without knowing even how to use it!... now, I cannot finish writing on it.

When I read my first essay, I can realize the way I improved. I cannot know how I could write those kind of things!, with a lot of mistakes!..
I really enjoyed this class and my teacher.
What I did not like was that I just have like 4 comments in the whole semester!!! where are my peers???.. I would like to share my ideas and feeling with the rest of my classmates, but I think nobody is interested in writing as I am.

I want to thank my teacher Armando and dedicate this Blogg to him.
Thanks for your comments, feedback and tips!!

With love...

Pily

SIXTH ESSAY: POEM

To Who I Love Most

"What unspoken words jealously shield the secrets of your soul?"
Pilar García Olivar

Do not go... your absence hurts me.
There are many unknown things that an instant between your arms would be enough
to know them all.

Do not go... the night is dark and furious, and even everything is hidden in the shadows, a secret wonder lays in wait for you: my love.
That other shade that covers guilty, that other sea that calms desire, that other flame that reduces to ashes my anxiety.

Do not go, you were since eternity and I knew you then.
God gave me this moment between moments so, trough my body, He could know his creation.

Do not go... do not leave me.
What you are taking from me is not even the smallest part of myself.
You cannot understand universe just looking at it, nor from distance desires are satisfied.
Stay my love, and let your body be calmed in my lips, as the dawn calms its ardor in the whiteness.
The night has involved us in its darkness and everything is vanished and nothing else matter besides the nudity that wait for us.

Do not go... stay here in my place.
Let me discover the mysteries of beauty,
let me conquer Paradise,
let me paint your body with delights of poetry,
let me comfort your dreams and touch your wishes.
Night is silent and rumors of sins are forgiven.

Do not go... my madness consumes me.
I do not know if it is my body or ours what I am feeling.
Your touch is a great wind that shakes my skin and loses it.
Your lips are the altar in which I raise my prayers.
Your eyes are the firebrand that provokes my weaknesses.
Your legs are the prisons that enchain my defeats and exalt my victories.
night is distant... love me, before the last petal falls.

SIXTH ESSAY: CREATIVE ESSAY

Long time ago, my soul was roaming through the barriers of time; lonely and somnambulist was lamenting her horrible fortune of all the adversities that were hunting her.
One of those lonely and cold nights, her voice was raised, resounding all above the starry sky. She asked to her Lord to see inside her heart; she did not know herself white nor pure, but she believed in Paradise´s redemption. Her tears were like bitter drops of bile, that made her remember her past and condemn her for her sins; her face, hidden in darkness, could not be recognize by those who once loved her; the whispers in her lips had a melody of anguish and pain; however, she believed in redemption of Paradise.
That was long time ago... now, there is someone who takes the best part of me and shows it as a beautiful flag pierced on his heart; that is why I wrote this poem for him, because he is whom I love most and care about.


The entire poem was written by me. Each word expresses how I am feeling about him, how I see him and how much I want him. Let me tell you in mortal words what I want to confess him.
In the first verse I want him to know that there is long Life to be lived, the path is long and still unwalked, there are too many secrets unrevealed, many things that I still do not know, but just a moment into his existence would be enough for me to discover and live those wonderful mysteries of Life.

The third verse reveals the essence of the poem.
Since my lover was in God´s mind, before the Creation, I knew him, I loved him; we were since eternity and from that moment on, our Creator delights with our love.


What he knows about me, what he sees, is nothing yet. There are many things inside me that I can offer him. Here I am, opened-heart, dedicating him my entire soul. I ask him to know me, to discover me, to accept me. On the other hand, I want him to let me enter into his world, be part of his life. I wrote how I see him and want him: These things are written in the fourth and fifth verses.
In the last verse I need to tell him that all I feed from him is making me crazy, I want to start a life time by his side right now! I tell him how I feel about my love and desires without care what people think.

I cannot say anymore now; words, do not know how to express my emotions, they are not enough.
I just know that I still believe in Paradise´s redemption and I am thankful, because my Lord heard my prayers.

Sixth Essay: Outline

OUTLINE

I.- INTRODUCTION: How this poem was born.

II.- What do I mean in the first and second verse.

III.- The essence of the poem (third verse).

IV.- What do I mean in the fourth, fifth and sisth verse.

V.- CONCLUSION