Nunca me atreví a compartir mis sueños,nunca hablé sobre lo que quería,nunca hice saber al mundo quién era, porque escuché una vez quelos deseos, si los dices en voz alta,no se cumplen.Y pensé que podría pasar lo mismocon todo lo demás. Así que aprendí a mentir,de mentira.Y a ser menos. Yo no quería tener la…
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Y, sí
Y encontré otras maneras de amarte.–Siempre fui de mente abierta. Nunca quise cerrarla.–Y encontré nuevas maneras de vivir.
On bifurca la ment
Penso que sóc una indecent, trenco les normes que jo mateixa poso. Però res no passa que no hagi passat alguna vegada per unes mans massa -joves per saber tocar, -fredes per reconfortar, -aspres per admirar, -tremoloses per aguantar. Sé que faig el que vull, i fins i tot en això fallo. Trenco els pensaments…
Agua salada
Ya no quiero ser mar,aquel del que no se ve el fondo,aquel en el que quieres nadaratraída por su misterio,por sus sombras y reflejos escurridizos. Ya no quiero ser esas aguas embravecidasfervientes en su deseo de alcanzar la luna,incesantes y ruidosas, caóticas,y que amenazan con ahogarte. Ya no quiero ser ese serque de esperanza vive…
What happens when a dream dies?
Does it make a sound,like a tree falling down,the rushing of the leaves,the cracks of its bark hitting the earth Is it like a scream,muffled by a feathers’ pillowin an empty housefull of white sheets Does it smell like dry flowersbetween the pagesof a notebooknever used Are the dreamsnever borntruly gone forever And if they…
Waiting is not always waiting
I wait by the sea.The wind is rising.And I forget to breathe. The bird dies,If the shell isn’t broken.If the shell isn’t broken,if it isn’t broken by him.The bird diesbefore having a chance to live. The leave is swept away.The plump rots.The rose withers.The mane is cut. I wait by the sea.The sun rises.And I…
Whispers
A finger tracing a curve. A hand moving towards my heart. A whisper saying something my ear cannot understand. A wave of warmth that falls on my body as if a blanket had just been laid upon me. Two arms rising my back. A tickling caress on my face, pitch dark as the night that…
All we need
That same story again. Echoing in my head, like a long forgotten dream that comes back after years of lying under the radar of my consciousness. The face of that beautiful girl, hiding behind another one with a stronger heart. Those eyes so full of desire and dreams, and that body, so sweet but always…
A bit more (perfect)
“People were supposed to lift each other.”To cheer up, to hug, to kiss,to hold hands, to smile,to lock eyes with their loved ones.to keep the fire burning. To melt the loneliness away,to dry the pouring tears.to provide shelter,to help and comfort.To give meaningto the smalland big thingsin life. It wasn’t meant to be painful.It wasn’t…
Hesitation
You never understoodthat I could’vethat I would’vethat I should’ve. But I couldn’t.‘Cause you wouldn’t,you couldn’t, or didn’t. And then I didn’t knowwhether I could,should or needed to.Whether I shouldn’t,whether I mustn’t. But why should I care?There is no love,just prove of love. And now,I’m letting go.Giving to the seathe power to erasewhat didn’t grow,what caused…