Aunque no lo crean, estos procesos pueden traer graves consecuencias en el cuerpo físico. Algunas personas necesitan terapias y otras con una tertulia con café y amigas. O viceversa, con cerveza y futbol. Pero las cosas siempre pasan por algo. Quizás no entendemos, pero poco a poco se asimila y acepta. Esto ha servido para crear lindas canciones, poemas, obras de la literatura que se convirtieron en clásicos universales. Lo que sintieron lo plasmaron en un instante de desesperación. A veces me pregunto:

¿Qué sintió Cruz Salmerón Acosta cuando miraba el mar azul esperando por alguien que nunca apareció? Gritó desesperado y tomó su pluma con las pocas fuerzas que le quedaban:

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At some point in our lives, we desire something or someone, and it simply doesn't happen. It vanishes, and we're left wondering, "Cuio...Cuio," as my mother used to say. In love, this happens every day, every second, and it's the most pathetic situation. Because, just as it's the most beautiful thing, it's also the most devastating if it's not reciprocated. It might end, or perhaps it arrives at the wrong time. It's hard to understand; it turns our world upside down and drives some people to the brink of madness.
What we feel is documented by science, and research speaks to this complex phenomenon, called heartbreak or "despecho," as we Venezuelans say. This feeling overwhelms us so completely that the negative emotions cause the physical body to collapse. I've heard of people dying from heartbreak or from too much love. In this moment, we wish we could die; we feel like we can't breathe, and our heart races.
The website psiconecta.org published a very interesting article on August 14, 2023, titled: “Neurobiology of heartbreak”, which states:
“When a romantic relationship ends, a series of neurobiological processes are triggered that contribute to the feelings of sadness, pain, and detachment experienced at that stage…” For more information, visit
Believe it or not, these processes can have serious consequences for the physical body. Some people need therapy, while others need a chat over coffee with friends. Or vice versa, with beer and soccer. But things always happen for a reason. Perhaps we don't understand, but little by little we assimilate and accept it.
This has served to create beautiful songs, poems, and works of literature that have become universal classics. What they felt was captured in a moment of despair. Sometimes I wonder: What did Cruz Salmerón Acosta feel when he looked at the blue sea waiting for someone who never appeared? He cried out in despair and picked up his pen with what little strength he had left:

“Blue that emanates from the blue of the sky,
and blue of this great sea that consoles me,
while I glimpse in it the vain illusion
of the vision of a sail's wing…”

The woman he loved never arrived, and he died on July 30, 1929, in Manicure, at the age of 37. He left a legacy of beautiful poems, and his "Azul" is an immortal work that has endured through time. Another of the poets I've mentioned is the Cuban José Ángel Buesa; his love life hasn't been discussed much, but one only needs to read his poems to know that he was a romantic and didn't have much luck in love. He expresses this in one of his greatest poems, "La despedida" (The Farewell).

“I say goodbye, and perhaps I still love you.
Perhaps I will never forget you, but I say goodbye.
I don't know if you loved me... I don't know if I loved you...
Or perhaps we loved each other too much…”

OMG! The doubt always lingers in the human mind: were they truly loved? That nagging question gnaws at us, and we never stop asking: Why? These loves inspired great passions, leaving everything behind without realizing the devastation their actions wrought on another human being. To those who left without saying goodbye, I dedicate this letter, with much love.

A ti, que un día fuiste el amor de mi vida

Lo que pudo ser y no fue, en aquel entonces no sabía que me depara el destino; a tu lado reí lloré, y sentí ese amor que movió las fibras de mi alma. Sin embargo te fuiste como ladrón en la oscuridad, sin decir una palabra y me dejaste. Sé que no eras el verdadero amor. Me quede con las cosas buenas. Gracias a que tenía mucho amor que dar y fui capaz de retomar mi vida y se lo entregue a alguien que supo valorarme. Me diste migajas y yo te colmé de amor del bueno.

Para que buscar culpables, lo acepte, no pudo ser y punto. A veces en la vida se aprende a los ”petotazos”, como decimos los venezolanos. Deseo que te haya ido muy bien; para aquel entonces hubiese dicho como cuando era niña, y mi generación., esa la de los 60: “que te pise un carro y te arrolle un tren. Para mí no fue un fracaso, fue algo que paso y sin importancia. Por supuesto que llore, pero eso siempre ha sido normal en mí, lloro hasta viendo una película de amor. ¡Imagínate! vivir un desamor.

Me levante al día siguiente y dije con Jaime Lusinchi: "¡A mí tú no me jodes!", así que búscate otra negrita que te aguante. Después de tantos años, me envías un mensaje de wasap, diciéndome: ¿Cómo estás? Pues, no me lo creerás no recuerdo ni tu cara. Aunque no lo creas, lo mejor que hiciste fue irte, pues encontré al amor de mi vida. Y no vuelvas a pararte frente a mí porque te voy a tirar la puerta. Y te digo en esta corta misiva:

“A lo pasado, pasado…”

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Poemas del alma. José ángel Buesa..

Poems of the Soul. Jose Angel Buesa.

Variaciones sobre Azul

Variations on Blue.