es increíble que el mar ya no me recuerde a ti

(tenía tantas ganas de encontrarme con tu cuerpo, en las olas, en esos bordes, en la espuma, en toda la superficie que se ahoga, se traga, se retuerce, se humedece, se devuelve, se hunde)

No hay más razones.

No hay más.

There are times when I feel like doing nothing, but when it comes to nothing, it comes to thinking about reality, and what about reality? I can't live just here. I have to go somwhere else at times. I can't help myself. It's something that won't stop even if I try as hard as I want to, but because I don't want to, it won't stop, and I just realized that I don't want it to stop. It just doesn't feel right but then again it comes right, and sometimes it is totally wrong.

I stop and think about some times when.... those times when... I can't remember.

There are times when I feel like doing nothing, and I sit here feeling exhausted, feeling as if I have been tired all my life; tired of thinking about you. And it won't stop. It's just something that won't stop, even if I want to, but I don't.

what if I just want to hold you and kiss you and remember you forever?

what if I just want to believe that someday I will touch you again and feel your body against mine?

what if I just want to stay alive and forget about everything I have been through?

what if I just want to write about you?

what if I just want to write stupid things and then erase them to think that you can still read these lines?

what if I just want to throw myself out of the window to see if I can fly?

what if I just want to stop writing this and go to your house, wait outside and see you kissing him?

what if I just want to write a silly paragraph full of what ifs?

what if I just want to listen to some sad music and remember you?

what if nothing reminds me of you?

Me voy.

Quedan aproximadamente ocho meses para que me vaya.

Y a ti.

A ti te da miedo que me vaya.

Te da miedo que te deje acá.

Botado.

Esperanzado.

Yo no puedo obligarte.

A mi también me daría miedo.

Yo no puedo obligarte,

aunque me dan ganas de hacerlo

y de decirte que podría volver

por ti.

(mamonerías)

¿Sabes? hace tiempo no me gustaba alguien tanto como tú.

sólo deseo escribirlo en este rincón, sé que no lo leerás.

Una vez intenté parecerme a ti.

Todo sonaba tan extraño,

todo incesantemente corría de una manera extraña,

lenta,

como si no quisiera detenerse,

como si esperaras a que marcara los trazos de tu rostro.

Nunca fuiste así,

lo intenté puedo decir.

Lo intenté, puedo decir.

He caído nuevamente...