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  "id": "texto-dolor",
  "language": "en",
  "canonical": "https://paynalton.tech/en/works/dolor/",
  "title": "Pain",
  "summary": "Romantic disillusion and comparison with the chivalric ideal.",
  "author": "Paynalton",
  "format": "personal",
  "year": 2010,
  "source": "https://montanaplateada.blogspot.com/2010/01/dolor.html",
  "partial": false,
  "topics": [
    {
      "title": "Chronicles and personal notes",
      "url": "https://paynalton.tech/en/topics/lectura-categoria-personales/"
    },
    {
      "title": "Personal text",
      "url": "https://paynalton.tech/en/topics/lectura-texto-personal/"
    },
    {
      "title": "Personal Reflection",
      "url": "https://paynalton.tech/en/topics/lectura-reflexion-personal/"
    },
    {
      "title": "Unlove",
      "url": "https://paynalton.tech/en/topics/lectura-desamor/"
    },
    {
      "title": "Literature",
      "url": "https://paynalton.tech/en/topics/lectura-literatura/"
    }
  ],
  "body": "A torn chest, a battered soul, and dreams shattered are what remains after the storm of disillusionment.<br><br>What sin do those who dream of a past that will never return commit?<br><br>I can now imagine the pain of Don Quixote, who dreamed of a world in which the sword was the tool of justice, where avenging wrongs and undoing injustices was a noble profession and not merely an old man's simple madness...<br><br>Can anyone else imagine the pain Don Quixote felt when he realized that no one, besides himself, shared the same dream?<br><br>I always dreamed of that medieval love, the kind that would lead you to die for the sweet kiss of a lady.<br><br>That love that leads you to fight dragons, kill giants, conquer entire armies just to win a sweet glance from the woman you love.<br><br>That love that leads you to duel to the death against anyone who blasphemed the honor of your lady.<br><br>A simple love, a complete love, that fills your chest and your mind entirely.<br><br>For three years I thought I had found someone capable of understanding it, capable of loving in the same way I did, and even more, I believed that they loved me in that way.<br><br>But, like Don Quyixote, reality overshadows dreams, and I find myself as the only being capable of loving another person in such a way.<br><br>It hurts to know that I lived three years of deception.<br>It hurts to know that you can't go back.<br>It hurts to know that those who say love doesn't exist may be right.<br><br>It hurts, and it hurts a lot.<br><br>This time it is not the man from the silver mountain, completely oblivious to the mundane problems outside the net. This time it is a simple man, with a broken heart and eyes full of tears.\n"
}