WHEN A MAN TRULY LOVES A WOMAN.

WHEN A MAN TRULY LOVES A WOMAN, THERE IS NO IMPOSSIBLE OBSTACLE TO REACH HER.

  They were studying at the University in the same study room. He was a thin young man who was ashamed of his appearance before his companions because of the thinness and height he possessed.But he was stung by that love bug. The intense love that makes you sigh, dream about your beloved and write poems that he only read.

  She was the smartest of the class but proud, silent and ignored the looks of the young man who did not miss any of her movements. Her gypsy beauty took his breath away, her copious long black hair running down her back like a waterfall fed by an endless torrent.

  One day he entered the store that the girl's father had near the study center. He confessed his love for his daughter, he could not do it anymore, he had to tell the father of his feelings.

  -Well- said the Galician as it was his origin- take these fine boards for the store's ceiling and paint them as if you were an experienced goldsmith. I will talk to my daughter and I will make her love you like nobody else in the world.

  In the University, his love for the girl was once lost to his companions and her friends told him:

  -Well, get away from her because she already loves another and thinks about marrying him. The best thing is to forget her-and they laughed sarcastically.

  He remembered that song by Diana Ross and the Supremes:

  "IS NOT NO MOUNTAIN HAIGHT ENOUFH"

 "Is not no mountain higher enough"
  "Nothing can`t keep me away from you"

  And he sing it whisper it softly again and again until the fatigue in his hours of lonely.

  He saw the girl with the boyfriend at a party. He carried a bottle of rum in the back pocket of his pants and from time to time he would take it out and have a drink.

  The young man remembered the promise he had made to his father. He went, took the planks and took them to his house. Alighed and  sow and with a fine chisel engraved the finest arabesques of love that came out of his soul. All without knowing how that fine art came from his hands. 

  He brought the tables to the father of the girl and he was amazed by the work.

  -It was not you. Not. Someone should have helped you.

   The young man was silent. Only love had inspired him.

   Then he found out that the girl had a pneumonia that did not respond to any medication. Finally the doctors handed her to her parents in a coma so that she would die when God called her to the final rest. The boyfriend easily left her for others girl, he did not want to take care of the sick, it was not so much his love.

  Our young man asked for permission from the parents and every afternoon he sat by the sick woman's bed reading her love poems that he had written so eagerly over the months, even though the girl did not listen to them in her comatose state.

  Three months after the coma the girl opened her eyes, looked at the young man, recognized him and told him that in her dreams she remembered each one of his love poems. It was the only thing that connected her with the conscious world. 

  The young man was very happy and felt glad, he thanked God.

  When her parents came in, happiness was great when they saw her come back to herself, between tears and sobs.

  The girl looked at the young man next to her and said:

  -Now I know what true love is that has no borders or high mountains to climb to meet with the beloved.

   And so, it was the great love that they professed to each other. They got married, they had children and they were together until the end. One did not survive the other, so much love they had that they did not imagine living as old widowers in the solitude of their memories.

  "" Baby if you need call me no matter where you are,
    No matter how far;
    Just call my name;
     I'll be there in a hurry;
    You do not have to worry,
    'Cause baby there is not mountain high enough,Is not no valley low enough,Is not no river wide enough,

   To keep me from getting to you babe.

    I'll be there when you want me,

    Some way, some how.

    'Cause baby there is not mountain high enough,

     Is not no valley low enough,

    Is not no river wide enough

   To keep me from getting to you babe.

   My love is alive

  Way down in my heart

   Although we are thousands apart "

   "Honey, if you need me, call me no matter where you are.

   It does not matter how far.

   I only gave my name.

    I'll be there in a hurry.

   You do not have to worry because I do not have a mountain high enough

   .There is no valley low enough.

    There is not a wide enough river.

   To avoid touching you, baby.

   I will be there when you want me.Somehow,

   .Because baby there is not a mountain high enough.

  There is no valley low enough.

   There's not a river wide enough to keep it from touching you, baby.

  My love is alive.I walk down in my heart.

   Although we are miles away "

                              Orlando Vicente Álvarez