War

"The man, he walked every night, never to say a word his eyes alone told a story of hatred and mockerey disbelief. I,ve been having drreams about this man he just sits there stairs, on the bench anywhere in the world but only at my life, gone in the day, back by night, a man who is worthy of death, probaly deserves it more than i do, why doesnt he talk is he scared is he mute ?, i just dont know or want to kow, but then it came back it all came back he, he is the one i killed, the one I.....I, back in berlin 1942, it cant be, its been 60 yearss, its not possible, is it, that night, i couldnt sleep remembering all the beautiful screams i caused all the pain and misserey all to my own pleasure, but this man looks like one i killed log ago....and no he is back for his restitution.

Love

I just wanted you to love me, Leonel. Your cute smile, your sweet sense of humor, your innocent aura.
I wanted you.
All of you.