Algún día...

Donde se esconde el sol, donde termina el arco iris, donde quiera que sea, cuando quiera que sea, te encontraré...

Y ahí estará ese tesoro que tanto añoro, que inunda mis pensamientos cada noche, que protagoniza mis sueños cada vez que mis ojos se cierran…
Yo no se serás vos o será efecto secundario de otras cosas que mis visiones se hacen vos, el viento me trae tu aroma, tu recuerdo vive en mi y a veces sana, pero también lastima y mucho…
Se que el día en que te conocí, dos ángeles nacieron para hacer un sueño realidad, uno cuidando de cada uno de nosotros, para juntarnos un día en que el viento grite a viva voz tu nombre junto al mío…
De ahí en mas seré tus ojos cuando quieras llorar, seré tu voz cuando quieras gritar, seré tus alas cuando quieras volar, seré tu aire cada vez que respires, seré la sangre de tus venas, pero también seré yo mismo, a tu lado..

Algún día...

lunes, 5 de enero de 2009

Light and Darkness

y conoci...

...dos mundos diferentes en el mismo espacio
en uno de ellos, sobraba el cariño, y la felicidad
en el otro, abundaba la indiferencia, y la soledad

...dos caras de una misma moneda
una que miraba, con ojos tiernos, y soñaba
otra que hablaba, con dureza, y lastimaba

...dos monumentos, casi identicos
una en la que habitaba el futuro, tan querido
otra en la que merodeaba el olvido, aun no decidido

dos lugares...
que jamas estaran separados
y solo una de ellas y nunca las dos
demostrara lo que es y lo que hace.

jueves, 1 de enero de 2009

Amiga mía

Sus labios sobre los míos una y otra vez provocaron un cambio en mi forma de verla. Hasta ayer no era más que una amiga y hoy la veo con ojos de cariño.
Ella? Qué decir de ella? Su sonrisa es un encanto, su mirada me tiene hechizado y su carita es la primera plana de mi mente.
Su forma de besar alteró todos mis sentidos y el recuerdo de esa noche perdura en mi mente como la especie humana perdura en el tiempo. Protagoniza todos y cada uno de mis sueños y es la causa de la primera desilusión al despertar, sabiendo que no está.
Aunque una parte de mi intente, en vano, censurarme, no puedo evitar pensar en ella a cada segundo. No se si es lo correcto, pero daría todo por saber que también piensa en mi.
La pregunta es: Existe la amistad entre el hombre y la mujer? Yo siento que si, creo que si y quiero que si. Posiblemente ciertas cosas lleven la amistad a otra etapa, a abrir nuevos portales de un mundo por explorar, pero… no basta con la disposición de uno solo.

miércoles, 2 de abril de 2008

Palabras para nuestro encuentro

sh! sh! no digas nada, dejame que te llene los oídos con necias palabras cursis que el viento ha de llevarse, pero te aseguro que ni el mas fuerte de los huracanes podrá arrancar de tu corazón el efecto que ellas causen...
Si.. se que algo querés decirme, pero no lo hagas, dejame ser yo quien estupidamente adorne el momento en el que la única estrella sos vos..
Ahora puedo tocarte sin que te deshagas en mis manos como en sueños, ahora puedo ver en tus ojos en reflejo de los míos y no el brillo rojizo tan particular de las fotos...
Hagamos que la espera valga la pena, yo siempre supe que lo nuestro era más que una ilusión.. Lo sabes no? Si... sé que lo sabes, no me respondas..
No necesito tus palabras, tan solo sentir tu dulce respiración tan cerca mío me llena, me dice tantas cosas. Veo palabras donde no las hay, escucho tu corazón latir, lo siento cabalgar junto al mío y se dicen demasiadas palabras. No me interesa lo que hablen, sólo se que hablan de amor, de nuestro amor...

Chronicles of an almost dead body.

I’m used to hurt myself when things are not all right. I don’t know why but it helps me to focus my suffering instead of the cruel reality.
The first time I did it, it was so frightening, my palms were sweaty, my knees were weak, my whole body was trembling but I just didn’t think it, the wound was done, and it was deeper than I expected. However, it was really pleasant, for a few seconds I forgot every trouble I had. I started to do it more and more often and then it became an habit.
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds, it’s like adrenaline, the pain is like a sudden rush for me. I have myself no mercy, then the habit became an addiction for me, but the pleasure was the most beautiful I ever felt.
Many people have told me not to do it, but if I bleed, I’ll bleed, knowing nobody will care. I’ll always be in doubt if I’m so alone as it seems or if I’m living in the shadows of all that I’ve created. Knives, scissors are my only company, I cannot trust anyone else.
Scars are visible all around my lifeless body and I love each one every day more, cutting myself in such a bloody way is like art for me, knives are the artists, and my body is the painting.
In my whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn’t, ‘till I grew up, now I blow up. I just lock myself in a room with the music turned up so loud that no one can hears me screaming… Then I’m free…

But…Does it worth?

Agradecimientos Especiales: Gabriela Molina.

martes, 27 de noviembre de 2007

Hello, I want to play a Game…

Sometimes it’s nice to be alone,
It may be hard, but I know it’s peaceful.
It’s better being alone instead of harming the people you really love.
Occasionally I become the main source of the pain.
Could it be the same story than murderers?
They are isolated until they turn into harmless.
Can I be harmless? Would scars be ever gone?
Only a few seconds have passed and
I can’t stand being alone anymore
The reality is that I don’t want to see the reality
Sometimes I feel broken inside but I won’t admit it
Sometimes I just wanna hide cause it’s you I miss.
How much expensive is happiness?
Where could it be found?
Why when something similar to happiness is reached,
Something grey takes its toll on me.
Does it worth to be like this?
You didn’t have to scold me for harming you.
I just wanna say I’m sorry
I barely hurt myself by hurting you
But you may not realize how deep what I feel for you is.
Maybe that’s the main reason…
Once upon a time I said “Game Over” and now
It’s time to play a new game, the game
of peace, love and happiness.
I also said that it was only dreaming about the future,
This time has come…
That future is now…
But this time there must not be an only winner
But both of us. Time is running…
I hope not to ruin everything once again
I would design the best strategy ever created
Let me be your strategic prince. Let me be in the lead.
Let me seize everything I ever wanted.
I’ll be all you need and more,
Allow me to amaze you every day a little more,
You just have to close your eyes and be mine,
Let’s let our bodies consummate
The game has started…

martes, 9 de octubre de 2007

Don't wanna be without you.


Nothingness all around, I feel completely empty, without you nothing make any sense. Birds don't sing any more, flowers don't blossom, the sun doesn't rise, spring isn't spring if you are not by my side. It's so hard to say goodbay when I know I'm gonna miss you, it's so hard to say it, wondering if I'll ever see you again. I just take shelter in my only reliable company, those stars that listen to you, that hear you when you cry. I stare at them just with one ilusion. Some day, at some time, both of us will be looking at the same star, and we'll feel as if we were seeing each other. I trust them, I know they'll tell you how much I miss you, they'll take care of you, they'll keep my presence alive on you. It hurts so badly when you are not here, your absence is so painfull, time seems to be freezed. I can't stand this situation any longer, I spend my days thinking in our imaginary meeting. But I continue fighting cause I believe in you, it is you who makes me strong enough to keep on dreaming, you are the one that every night whispers that love me, you are able to take a smile out of me altough the distances.. distances that will desapear one day. That day, as many others we'll be happy together, we'll enjoy ourselves, we'll forget our sorrows just to be free and we won't care about anything else than you and me. But then, on the next day, also as many others I'll wake up knowing that distances have grown once again. Then this cycle is to be repeated one and another time. Some day, this nightmare will reach the end, to became our dream but not without any other purpose that being a nightmare again.

viernes, 24 de agosto de 2007