Monday, March 28

(a)Far

IX

Getting used to it is extremely easy
There is no one telling you what to/where to/how to



Do
It



I have always thought life seldom gives you what you ask for
Therefore
There should be some recognition for doing
Simply
Breathing





I have sent plenty of emails
Telling them how I feel/felt/have felt

No one answers
No one needs to answer
I do not need an answer when there is only me outside
Walking when dark

Ness is a melancholic feeling intertwined with my struggle against smiling


(that is something I have pushed too far to keep containing such amazingness of being, just being where I am/was)








I am not looking for someone like you
I am looking for you
Remembering when we used to touch/feel
There is nothing more romantic than feeling you tonight
Or the night after this one
In the bathroom
Alone
Where no one can see me
And there is this light right next to me
Telling me that there is someone spying on me

I do not care



I wonder if there is someone hearing my stainless breath




I wonder if I get stained for what I have done



Alone
In the bathroom
Such loneliness
I feel cold
This legs will not answer






Walk
There is no feeling when I walk
I need to stop to face this fear
Walk




I need to stop to face your fear
(my fear of letting you know that I miss you)

Wednesday, January 5

La gente no sabe soñar

Saturday, October 9

A veces creo que mi falta se reduce en tres palabras

Y que los lugares no se marcan en mi memoria

Simplemente porque no lo deseo

Es la invención de un intento que se reduce a una fatiga

A un letargo que atenta con estrangular mis pasos

Yo ya no intento detenerme, solo me dejo caminar

Los días me sostienen como si yo fuese a caer

“No quiero más”

Quietas, inmaculadas, desgarradoras

Y todos los adjetivos que se les desee apropiar

Yo ya no tengo lengua para referirme a ellas

Sólo sé que mis ganas se reducen en esas tres palabras.

 
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