Remembering who we are

Butterflies flying inside me, for no reason. There are many, only one possesses me, which I want to get rid of. My bad spectrums must dissapear, I'll keep the dark ones, those that provoke my dreams. Those that feed my passionate side. Those that I love.

Last night I dreamt about you, It was a kind of loving triangle As if Shakespeare came back with those angels and spirits. Some were kind of angry, You were kind of sweet. Wilderness, passion and freedom came in. Stretching beauty, as Homer wrote to please and delight.   A scarlet thought, but full of purity tho. Thou my platonic love, Thou my better angel, Thou my darling thou

Un cúmulo de esperanzas muertas, que yacerán en el pasado. Y una bolsa de ilusiones que él se llevó.

Y llegó de nuevo, vestida de negro, contemplando nuestras vidas, con todo su derecho, incitándonos a pensar, recordar lo sufrido, lo querido. Nunca se ira. Y por si poco fuere, seduce la mente, nos provoca el sueño. Y despertar con esa sensación de haber vivido lo soñado. Es la noche, aquella que hechiza el pensamiento.

Do what you feel like doing. But do not hesitate, do not move by impulses. We, humans, are victims of temptation.

We all know the truthfulness of sincerity,we all know when we are lying, we all know all about ourselves. The truthfulness of sincerity has much to do with one's inner thoughts. It is nothing but a mere chain of personal steps. Our minds, bodies and souls are three separate entities acting differently among them, but strongly related. The mind determines whether we hesitate to tell the thuth or lie and it has a pact with the body that makes gestures in order to make the other believe the truthfulness of what is being said. What is being said is obviously thought by the soul. One's soul thinks apart from decide. The soul is the entire person. It concerns the body and the mind. The soul is our entity and our confident, our friend and our guide. Its materiality is the body, its second face.

Levanté la mirada y vi tu sombra. al principio un poco tenue… luego te acercaste. Tu mirada era intensa de ojos claros y transparentes, reflejaban ganas de pasión preocupaciones interiores entre dulces pensamientos Con sólo mirarte supe como eras qué pensabas, qué sentías… te aterraba el acercarte. Fue inevitable. Sin darme cuenta, me besaste y no pude hacer nada… sin quererlo te conocí entre sueños. Me enamoré de ti. La sombra se fue desvaneciendo No pude olvidarme de tu olor, se quedó impregnado sin remedio.