Sonny's Blues Speech

“As it rained the evening when you left, and I was sad” you told me that, or perhaps you sang those words while your mind deranged was looking for an inspiration, a light, or just the right words to define your tormented and noisy soul, you looked the perfect way tell me that you would leave me, that you would lose yourself in the way of your follies where others were already sailing aimlessly, and I couldn’t rescue you from that place. You sang until the end of your moons, the end of your emotions, those emotions that we never shared, and we never will. However and after your heartless speech I told you a story, the story of two brother who were lost in the incomprehensibility of one of them and the intolerance of another, I told you the story of Sonny’s Blues by James Baldwin, but you stayed singing “This is my punishment, crazy little heart, It kills my soul so little by little I lose sleep, it has never hurt so much, and this suffering is killing me”. (Concha Buika-Culpa Mia Song)
And I was like Sonny’s brother trying to meet each other, to understand how and in what time our lives split in different directions. I described you how his brother felt, and how Sonny loves music, as you do love write, and paint, how Sonny and you looked for an answer, searched to be the best of each other, and how you and him would ended up having problems with drugs, and adopting habits that would guide you to the wrong path, but you didn’t listen to me, did you? Considering now I only have your shadow in the nights staring at me as I were guilty for let you