Your Letter...

I received your letter, the one in which you say, forever, goodbye to me; in which you say you release me, as if I were a grown-up cat, you open the door for.

Now I understand why my friends said that I had for a few days a sad look. I thought it was not noticeable, that I was able to hide the sadness that was eating me inside.

It was a simple letter, of few words, but of many meanings. I didn't understand everything, not what the words meant, but what your feelings wanted to say. Perhaps because I believed that I was for you more than a cat, that I was a little bit more than a dog, and being a dog, with that status I would have the right to stretch out freely on your sofa, eat from your table, and from time to time enjoy your soft and fluffy bed.

But a cat is a cat, and he can never be a dog. For him, the door to the street is always open, or the window that overlooks the patio; and he can be lost for a few days, disappear; and if he decides not to return, he can also do so; and although he will be missed for a few days; after two or three weeks people will forget about him, and one day, sooner or later, another cat will come meowing at the front door to be let in.

Yes, in your letter you wrote just the right words, the necessary ones. And although I did not fully understand them, it was clear to me that there are doors that when they open, they get open just to get out, to dismiss pasts; and once they get closed, they disappear as if they were enchanted doors.

So, I took my things, not the material ones, since those ones little matter; but the others, the ones that apparently are weightless, because they are made of thin air, but when you throw them on your back, they crush you like a thick concrete slab.

And I left. I went to get lost in the streets, to meow at other doors, to scratch hallways; because if I there is something I cannot do, it is to live without love; because there is no helpless cat that can endure cold and hunger, outside.

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 Please Release me. Engelbert Humperdinck

 

Please release me, let me go

For I don't love you anymore.

To waste our lives would be a sin.

Release me and let me love again.

 

I have found a new love, dear.

And I will always want her near.

Her lips are warm while yours are cold.

 

Release me, my darling. Let me go.

 

Please release me, let me go.

 

For I don't love you anymore.

To waste our lives would be a sin.

 

So release me and let me love again

 

Please release me, can't you see

You'd be a fool to cling to me

To live a lie would bring us pain

So release me and let me love again.

 

Let me go, let me go

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