Today

Tears want to go out from my eyes,
they are filled with anger, pain and loneliness
things that I cant really change
because they do not depend on me.

Im feeling trapped in my own body
like a narrow cage that held me
imprisoned and in darkness.

when will I stop atoning for the sins I have not commited
will my own sins just make this longer
will it even matter if I sin, since Im already imprisonned??

I just want to be free, once and for all,
just free of all of this, of this cage,
of this thoughts, of this eyes,
of words, of fears...
I want to fly, I want my soul to be released from its cage.

Adicción

Es a esto lo que llaman adicción? si es así, esta es de las peores... no se puede saciar ni siquiera por un instante, no es la persona adicta la que decide cuando saciarse, sino es el objeto, "sujeto" mas bien, quien tiene todo el poder para innundarme e intoxicarme o dejarme en carestía.

Reverie

Locked up in her confort zone

made up by twenty five walls

and a thousand labyrinths

where she walks over and over again.

She has been playing with the pictures 

in her sheltter´s walls

she has given them a soul

she has made them come to live...

at the end they have messed up her soul.

She sleeps and dreams about a thousand facts.

Sighs and tenderness turn to life under her reverie

that grows as a monument of her desires

to finally crush down to the ground 

as soon as she opens her eyes 

and sees the sunlight.

Gently, every night she knits a bubble to hide in

but the fear of the ending of her world never leaves,

meanwhile she looses herself to her own fantasy

becoming blind and deaf to everything else.

Zzzzz....

uf! q cansancio!!!! y parece q no acaba ni acabo de hacer nada, cada momento hay más y más por hacer!!!!! *ponte a hacerlo, pues!*

whishes

Let´s go away where the heart beat be the only law

and happiness the only judge...

somewhere where your smile is sunrise

and your sight is sunset.

Let be your presence heaven

and our company music...

emptiness and moon our treasures

 words, sights and thoughts our hands....

 ** I found this in a notebook and decided to remember the feeling of it while re-writing it

Tan lindos!

uuh!! mis lirios están por florecer!!!! siii! hace algunas semanas transplanté unos y ayer me di cuenta que ya tienen capullos. Son preciosos! los lirios en general, son mis favoritos, estos huelen tan bien y sin importar que tan seca la estación siempre salen, luego de haber dormido bajo tierra casi todo el año

wondering...

I feel I´m changing. Something is changing inside of me. There´s one thing I dont know. Am I going back to the way I used to be? or am I just becoming something else. Sometimes it feels like I´m going back, like the old me is returning, like the old me was sleeping and now that things look a little like before she´s getting up, but then I feel like due to everything that has happened there´s a new me, a different me, one more complicated, one more... one that I cant understand, one that  I cant control completely cause any day is the same. I feel like I´m mist moved by the breeze. I´ve never questioned myself about who I am, but sometimes it feels like the appropriate thing to ask....