Trying to Love

Near the Republican area of Caracas, I meet a beautiful young lady on July the 4th 2004. Her name: Rebecca K. This name, this place, this date, becomes highly significant in retrospect. This evening was made under particularly favorable stars. This day forward was to be lived in a great upheavals, and extraordinary, unforeseeable love. I was destined to take part in her heart, to contribute to it love, passion, emotion, and desire. Little or nothing, however, seemed to be carrying me toward such a destiny. But the echos of the past spread far in my heart and time that demanded freedom, “the awakening of a giant such is not found in fairy tales, who opened his eyes, raised his head and propped his head and propped himself up on his elbow. It knew neither its strength nor the effects of its movements, and very amused at tearing the cob webs which had bound the past into my heart.
I did not know how to shake myself free from this haunting past, nor didn’t know that it would come back more numerous that before, nor didn’t learn a thousand ways of paralyzing the past. I can hear the sighs, the groans, then the roars of this monster(the past), and re-echoed the sounds in my heart. I was to witness at one and the same time a decay of my hope and desire to love Rebecca.. But these facts and the works of my past had no influence on her heart to have a new born love life that she also desired.. We were to experience first romantic emotions and was to be inspired by her wishes. Love at first was hard. At the beginning our hearts led an arduous, austere existence. True love was rare, but to have each others desires to come together left little time for leisure.