Remembering who we are

There are those moments of impact in life. When you do not know what is good and what is bad. Neither what to do nor dont. And suddenly, here you are. In the middle of nowhere, asking for help. You think, re-think, create a new language which nobody understands but yourself. Everything is like a paradox made up of little conceits. And you take it for granted F E E L I N G S

The fact of taking risks in life gives oneself a sense of self-confidence. It portraits a matter or truth, moments of impacts which can be determined by the environment in which we are meant to be. Those moments are what make us stronger than yesterday. Let the chips fall, do not decide for yourself, decide for your life. Think about making mistakes, talking dirty, falling down, crying... then, you'll be ready for the rest: START LIVING.

Y es que a veces me pregunto Si sentiremos lo mismo Si seré tan tuya Como lo estoy siendo ahora. Pienso y no entiendo El porqué de tus actos El porqué de los míos Reflexiono y no comprendo Y es que los sentimientos no comprenden, No se entienden, Sólo se sienten. Se me enreda la piel con el recuerdo de tus besos Y me quema por dentro. Si tengo valor, me derretiré en tu cuerpo Caeré sobre el aroma que dejan tus besos Para no tener miedo. Para tocarte de nuevo. Quizás no lo quieras, quizás no lo sientas. Quizás simplemente huyas para quitarte del medio. Y yo no miraré para esconder lo que siento bajo este sombrío blanco y negro. Las puertas abiertas se cierran por dentro se escapan mis besos hacia un nuevo encuentro No sé lo que veo, no sé lo que tengo. No quiero asegurarte cumplir lo que escribo prefiero mentirte y dejarlo en el olvido Prefiero rendirme sin ver lo bonito, Prefiero hacerlo en silencio contigo.

It had it coming. What happens, happens.   You had it coming.  Days grow longer as you artificially prolong it.  The end is expected,  its way is not.  You had it coming, your behavior had it coming, your words had it coming.  Lies, Love, and Hate. Hung up on that killing dope, Your love had it coming. Forever.  It coming is  back to me.  But we are not at the right moment,  neither our love, nor your feelings. Time will help you to avoid confusion, Your coming is coming to the end, to the expected end. Two more words, and it'll be over.

                                           If blackbirds fly forever                                            it will be our last time together.

I hate it when you write I hate the way you kissed me I hate it when you are so arrogant I hate when you ignore me I hate the way you told me the truth I hate the way I pretend I do not care about you I hate the way I think about you I hate the way you stared at me when we used to talk I hate being almost in a fictional way in love with you But the most hated thing that I hate about you is that I could never hate you as much as I would like to hate you. Odio la manera en la que escribes Odio como me solías besar Odio que seas tan arrogante Odio la forma en la que me ignoras Odio tu sinceridad Odio la manera en la que finjo que no me importas Odio tener que pensar en ti Odio como me mirabas fijamente cuando estabamos juntos Odio que me encantes tanto en un modo casi ficcional Pero lo que más odio de tí es que nunca podré odiarte como me gustaría hacerlo.

The other day i was sat with two friends of mine talking about whether true love exists or not, i was so convinced that it does shouting out loud saying “i actually believe in true love” and… suddenly the waiter appeared and told me “this is not true”. Was he seeking for an optimistic or a pessimistic response of mine towards him? I don’t know, but, actually, I don’t care. My intellect was working so quickly that i couldnt reply to him, i just smiled. What I really think is that individuals need love both inside mind and soul.  Can you stop thinking about love? Yes I can. So, it would appear as long as you stop thinking about it. It is like a mathematical problem… real love in days to come at the less expected hours. So let’s establish a parallelism: If it has to be seen as a mathematical matter, real love does exist. Something that needs to be counted as something exact must be real.  In fact, I’ve always thought that love is real as far as one feels it. If you feel...