Él dijo

"Y asunto terminado" me dice mi padre hablando a cerca del divorcio, no puedo evitar voltear hacia abajo para que no se noten tanto mis lágrimas, ¿asunto terminado? ¿cuál es el asunto que se termina?

El amor fue el que se terminó, o acaso si firman un papel, será como si nada hubiera sucedido, siempre me ha asombrado y aterrorizado como las personas (incluyendome) pueden olvidar o cambiar de opinion tan fácil, creo que si dices te amo debería durar, o al menos que si prometes 'por siempre jamás' hagas lo posible por cumplirlo.

No creo que sea asunto terminado, no creo en realidad que en cuestión a relaciones personales alguna vez 'terminemos' el asunto, a menos que nos borraran la memoria, esa persona siempre existirá en nuestro interior.

The good things in life:

-The smell of rain
-The first kiss with that someone
-When you get a new message
-When the radio plays the song you wanted to hear
-When you turn the t.v. on and it's your favorite movie just starting
-Hot cocoa with marshmallows
-Smiles
-Going out for dinner late at night
-Hearing your favorite music all day long
-Brownies
-Finding a dandelion & making a wish
-Tattoos
-Photos
-Haging out with friends doing nothing
-When you see a shooting star
-Dancing
-Not getting tangled up in little problems
-Party
-Writting to get something off your chest
-Concerts
-Seeing your ex with someone ugly
-Fashion
-Sex
-Trees
-Cuddling with your love
-Watching movies on rainy days

I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot ...live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.

-Anaïs Nin

Felicidad?

Y nunca fue más feliz que ese día, aunque en realidad no entiende por qué, a nuestros ojos nada resaltaba por extraordinario, o si?
Sara sólo sabe que es uno de los mejores días de su vida, tiene miedo de no volver a sentirse así, una parte de ella sabe (o quiere creer) que eventualmente será tan feliz cómo ese día, incluso más, por lo pronto sigue buscando la oportunidad que la lleve a ese estado mental.

Mío

Amor mío, el sol se está poniendo
El crepúsculo cada vez más cercano
Amor mío ven a mi lado, toma mi mano,
No quiero que en la oscuridad te confundas,
Mantén poco espacio, no mejor olvida el espacio.
Amor mío ya casi es hora, la tempestad se acerca
La tenebrosidad no viene sola, lloverá, no quiero que te mojes,
Si resbalas será mi fin, no podré sin ti.
Amor mío cuida tu vida, pues estás cuidando la mía,
No que sea una prioridad, sólo una consecuencia.
Amor mío, así es, eres todo el amor que yo tengo,
Todo el amor mío, entiendes ahora,
Comprendes la importancia de cuidar tu espalda,
Verás no soy tan desinteresada, hasta puedo ser egoísta,
Mientras más te procuro, mejor me encuentro.
Amor mío la lluvia no cesa, tómame con más fuerza,
Ven a mi amparo, nadie como yo te cuidará,
Nadie como yo proveerá, no es amenaza
Sólo un ofrecimiento honesto.
Amor mío ha llegado la hora,
Las sombras como una corona,
Sobre mi, sobre ti amor mío,
Sólo cierra tus ojos, aprieta mi mano,
Digamos una oración, encomendémonos al amor
Mío.

Y de nuevo lo haces

Y de nuevo te elevas, despegándote de la superficie y no volteas abajo,
extiendo mi mano en tu dirección pero no te das cuenta,
agito mi mano con afán de que voltees, pero no lo haces,
grito tu nombre, pero es demasiado tarde,
te alejaste demasiado, estás muy arriba de mi,
sigues volteando a las nubes, escalándolas, una por una,
pisando el algodón cómo si fueran de hierro,
no das paso en falso, cada segundo estás más seguro del pasado,
de nuevo te elevas y no hay nada para detenerte,
no es que quiera que bajes, sólo quiero que me subas contigo,
prometo portarme bien, no te daré ningún problema,
si lo deseas me haré más pequeña, me adaptaré a cualquiera que sean las condiciones,
recuerdo aquel momento en aquella nube, apenas quedan imágenes,
es un como un sueño lejano, tan efímero, tan turbado,
no importa si no encontramos esa nube de nuevo,
podremos encontrar más a donde vamos,
pero por favor, si te elevas sólo recuerda que abajo me dejas.

Crime: 'No one can keep us apart'.

Approach the bench, they say with such disdain,
As I walk images flow through my sick mind,
They look at me as if they were looking to a mental person, maybe they are,
Every step bringing me closer to the end, I don’t understand
How did I get there in the first place?
And I don’t regret any of the actions that brought me here today,
I know they wish I would regret everything; at least a part of it,
But I can’t; it has been the most meaningful thing I have ever done;
At one point it became the reason of mi existence,
How could you reject something like that?
as I take a seat in the confession bench, they put the bible to my hand,
Can I swear to tell the truth, only the truth and nothing but the truth or so help me god?
What is the truth? Could you really dare to define that?
Could anyone be as courageous; or as stupid, as I would say?
God? Seriously? You think it’s wise to put that on a sentence asked to murderers, or rapist every day?
Those words mean nothing to me, so I raise my hand and swear,
And the questions begin, how could I dedicate my whole existence to another person?
How could I put him before me? Why was I so eager to wait forever?
Did I think that it was legal? How long was I going to wait for?
Tears start falling down my face, I open my mouth, about to speak,
A really low volume of my voice comes out: ‘I loved him & I would’ve wait forever’
The attorney yells at me: What? Love? Is that the best you got?
I raise my chin and look into his empty eyes, and say with a guttural voice:
‘That is not the best I have, it is the ONLY thing that was left’
As my fingers turn into angry fists, his eyes open up due to my answer,
‘ no further questions’ he says, stepping back and regretting ever speaking to me like that,
He realizes that I’m very ill, from my mind, from my heart,
I look at the other side of his table,
A complete lonely table in sight, just two empty chairs,
There’s no one to defend me, no one stud up for me, unsurprising,
I’m sadden by that thought, either way no one really understood me,
It’s okay, I knew from the beginning this path would lead me to a dead end,
As I walk again to my initial sitting place, looking down, I dry the tears with my dress,
A little bit ashamed by the whole crying stuff, but I couldn’t help it.
All the judges convene to make a verdict,
I’m nervous and I’m indifferent, what do I care about my future,
He’s gone anyways, there’s nothing I can do to bring him back,
I can put an end to this so called life, and it wouldn’t make a difference at all,
At least for what I’ve done I am proud but there’s no need to pretend no need for innocence,
I understand the charges that I am facing,
The judge calls my name; I stand up waiting for the result,
The prosecution rests, ‘we found you not guilty’
A broken smile comes from my lips.
As I turn the key to get into my house, I open the door,
Leave the raincoat at the hanger; leave my flats by the stair,
I walk up barefoot; I slowly remove the dress from my body,
As I get under the covers, I feel your pale ice-cold body,
I look into your lifeless eyes & give you a hug as I whisper slowly to your dead ear,
‘Baby, I told you, no one can keep us apart’.

Things to remember:

-Everyone feels like everyone else, just not at the same time.

-People are unpredictable.

-Letting go it's better than maintaining control.

-Absolutely nothing good comes out of overthinking things.