Fuiste muy egoísta, porque yo también tenía mis mierdas mentales, y siempre estuve para ti, te apoyé a ti, me descuidé de mi por cuidarte a ti.
Photographs recovered from the mysterious Zorovic Building in New York prior to its destruction in 1913, showing summonings, materializations, and other dark magic rituals which allegedly occurred in the building’s various rooms around the turn of the 20th century.
Legend goes that the Zorovic Building's foundation ran deep underground into a “soft place” - a “wound” in the fabric of spacetime where our dimension becomes unnaturally close to other realms; imperceptible to human senses but ripe, according to spiritualists, for channeling beings and magic from beyond.
Officially, however, so little is known about the building that historians classify its entire existence as urban folklore, as it does not appear in any historical records. But paranormal researchers and amateur sleuths believe records were altered and destroyed to protect the exact location where the building once stood, so its unique paranormal attributes could never again be exploited for the terrifying evils which once occurred there; or perhaps, more sinisterly, to conceal the secrets of whichever new building now stands on its plot…
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Olvido
Para olvidarte de mi
necesitarías un exorcismo
que tú memoria saltase
hasta el más profundo de los abismos
borrar el mejor beso que has dado
por qué lo sé y me lo has confesado
tendrías que renunciar
al más bello de los recuerdos
olvidar que el amor existe
y que alguna vez
te hizo tocar el cielo
olvidar que tuviste conmigo
sería olvidar una hermosa
aunque triste parte de tu vida
olvidarme sería un alivio
pero sería abrir
la más profunda de tus heridas.
Y no sabia si sentirme triste por romper mi promesa de amarte para siempre o feliz por haber superado por fin lo nuestro.
silvaris