Several foolish things I have done for love, of which I do not regret; because they were great learnings to repeat or not to do; as the case may be. Before giving away a notebook full of poems; I gave away several roses.

It all started the first day of classes being a teenage high school student, I could not believe my eyes: a beautiful girl, black hair, black eyes, round cheeks, white skin with a broad back, and a perfume of Red Jeans by Versace, which was tattooed in my heart.

There were more girls, much more beautiful; of all categories but this girl smiled and seemed to stop time. In the middle of classes I was one of the most applied in the classroom and she; the prettiest. We met and then I didn't know what to do, how to react, what to say or do.Back then Backstreet boys, Nsync, Britney, Alejandro Sanz, Montaner and all the music of that time were witnesses of how that woman charmed me. It was one of those loves that for not knowing or understanding and those things of destiny, one was in love alone and she was not even pending.

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I used to travel every weekend to a town called "Guanarito" to accompany my mother; it was an hour and a half away from Guanare, the place where I lived and studied. I remember that I had some income as a "maraquero" musician of "llanera" music (one of the many folkloric musical genres of my land) where I earned enough for the snack of the week in the cafeteria and something more.Having an economic solvency, I came up with the brilliant idea of giving roses to the muse of my thoughts (Maybe with this I could conquer her or soften her taste) How did I do it? Every Friday after leaving school, I bought a rose in a button and in complicity with a friend, I made her receive it on Monday mornings; there were several if I remember correctly, eight.

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Each rose had its own card. The first card was a paraphrase of some song by Frank Quintero "Sin Querer Evitarlo me estoy enamorando de ti" I don't remember what the rest of the cards said, but the phrases were along the same rhetoric.

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Then she heard from me; something I felt as a disappointment; because I expected to be her favorite person, a guy who was the father of her daughter and the great love of her life, later.Then came the notebook, which I mentioned earlier, but first came the roses.

Twenty-one years later I learned that roses are details that are given to special people, in this case, should have worked empathy with the girl and not remain roses as gifts from a lover and the reception of a girl who has "one more admirer" without major importance.

This action I did twice more with the greatest of the interests of conquest. Today, I understand that it would have been better to have had something to eat with that misused money.

Generations have changed in times. Serenades, letters and roses have been forgotten. This time is technological and those analog details are out of fashion. Very little is seen, except for those memes in which these actions are satirized.Today and always, each person in the world lives a particular situation, however we could ask: Have you ever given a rose, a poem or a serenade? Or were you the person who received these types of gestures or do you still receive them? Personally, as well as I gave them, I also received them and I understood the human greatness of feeling so fortunate to live special moments that are remembered as the body ages and remembered in songs that one keeps listening to as the first time.

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Those longings transport us and make us become young again. It is as if our heartbeats recover, again, those moments of the past and when we turn around we realize; how many days have passed and how many days are missing in our particular account.

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Until next time, God bless you who read me....