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

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

   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 for the savageness and height he possessed.   But that love bug stung him. The intense love that makes you sigh, dream about the beloved and write poems that he only read.   She was the smartest in the class but proud, quiet and ignored the eyes of the young man who did not miss any of his movements. Her gypsy beauty took her breath away, her copious long black hair slipped 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 the daughter, he couldn't take it anymore, he had to tell the father of his feelings.   -Well- said the Galician because that was his origin- take these fine boards for the ceiling of the warehouse and open them as if you were an experienced goldsmith. I will talk to my daughter and make her love you like nobody else in the world.   At the University, his love for the girl escaped before his classmates and his friends told him:


-Well, get away from her because she already loves someone else and plans to marry him. The best thing is that I forgot her - and they laughed sneerily.   He remembered that song by Diana Ross and the Supremes:  “AIN’T NO MOUNTAIN HAIGHT ENOUFH”     “Ain’t no mountain higher enough”    “Nothing can`t keep me away from you”   And the tare rared over and over again until she was tired in her lonely hours.  He saw the girl with the boyfriend at a party. He carried a bottle of rum in the back pocket of his pants and occasionally took it out and had a drink.   The young man remembered the promise he had made to the father. He went, took the boards and took them home. Alijó, sawed and with fine chisel engraved the finest arabesques of love that left his soul. All without knowing how that fine art arose from his hands. He took the tables to the father of the girl and he was amazed by the work. -It wasn't you. No. Someone should have helped you.   The young man remained silent. Only love had inspired him.   Then he learned that the girl had a pneumonia that did not respond to any medication. Finally, doctors handed her over to her parents in a coma so that she would die when God called her to the final rest. The boyfriend left her easily for others, he did not want to take care of the sick, it was not so much his love.   Our young man asked the parents for permission and every afternoon he sat next to the bed of the sick woman to read his love poems that he had written so eagerly over the months, although the girl did not listen to them in their comatose state.   Three months after the coma the girl opened her eyes, looked at the young man, recognized him and told him that in dreams he remembered each of his love poems. It was the only thing that connected her to the conscious world. The young man was very happy and felt happy, thanked God.   When her parents entered, great was the happiness to see her return 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 it has no borders or high mountains to climb to meet the loved one.   And so, it was the great love they professed each other. They got married, had children and were together until the end. One did not survive the other, so much love they had that they did not imagine living as widowed elders in the solitude of their memories.

   ““Baby if you need me call me no matter where you are,

No matter how far;

Just call my name; I'll be there in a hurry;

You don't have to worry,

'Cause baby there ain't no mountain high enough,

Ain't no valley low enough,

Ain't 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 ain't no mountain high enough,

Ain't no valley low enough,

Ain't no river wide enough

To keep me from getting to you babe.

My love is alive

Way down in my heart

Although we are miles apart”

"Honey, if you need me, call me no matter where you are. It doesn't matter how far. Just say my name.  I will be there in a hurry. You don't have to worry Because I didn't hat a mountain high enough. There is no valley low enough. There is not a river wide enough. To prevent him from touching you, baby.  I will be there whenever you want me. Somehow, because baby there isn't a mountain high enough. There is no valley low enough. There is not a river wide enough To avoid being touched, baby. My love is alive. I walk down in my heart. Although we are miles away "                    Dr Orlando Vicente Álvarez        Posted by Orlando Vicente Alvarez