The last love letter from Lord Henry

Story written by Henry Rivas

I'M WAITING AT THE MOMENT taciturn that my insomnia has fired at full moon tonight.

I'm watching the sails of the eternity of the moon, drawn on your face for fourteen years, smiles at me with that look of a naughty girl, flirty delicious, of that feeling of death that began this stage of insanity.

Sometimes, standing, on nights like this, in my bed, I think you have not died, the candles light up the wooden walkway of this enchanted castle, and you'll return to our warm bed, as if that fateful Sunday you had not drowned falling off the boat, which walked up and down eager to meet at twelve noon, our appointment fatal, dark and empty.

Sometimes, looking at ways of painting, I wonder if I too have died, then I roll on the pillow and cry with groans of a woman, perhaps imitating your moans when I lingered on a hunt and was late for our bed for sink to love.

I do not think you're dead, because your ghost I have not yet visited and red carnations in the garden continue to flourish and reminding every drop of blood lost after my first suicide attempt. I'm a coward for poets, not to chase the dawn of death, but it is not. Sometimes I think that death is nothingness. Then I suffer because I feel really that I have lost. And life can only prodigarme memories, kisses, gestures, touch, and catch up the lost feeling that my bed again. Oh, Eleanor!, Why did you leave?, Why I'm here carrying candles to guide you to my bed and mourn over your shoulders?, Why would anyone visit me and call me crazy, when you do not understand that a man noble, can also be unhappy?, why your picture is still producing in me so much gloom and tears and sleepless nights for many years?, why?

It is dawning, the candles have almost completely finished. It's time to walk around our corners on the farm and care for the flowers that you love my love ... By God, I have promised not to mourn. Day is our promise. I have to boot the carnation and cast into the lake, my love, I'm going to throw him into the lake, my love, I'm going to throw into the lake ...