Remembering who we are

The very sound of nature. The rain. Falling drops. Its speed. Love. True love. Inspiration. Your memory. The need for doing what you really want. Looking forward to fathoming life. Need for a kiss. Your image got stuck in my mind. Cool. Ask me again, hug me again, call me again. I won't be there anymore. It's never too late to admit that you are no longer welcome.  My life, my path, my purpose. That feeling of actually chasing it.  The profound feeling of happiness. The thought that it is worth it. Innocence, purity, whiteness. Something thingy. You. Me. Us. Feelings. Our souls together forever. Our bodies now separated, mixed soon though. Very soon.  There is anger, irate and wrath in the world just because we have to meet them. It is a necessity. It is a must. Bad people with bad intentions towards us have to enter in our lives. They are the ones who make us learn. They make us not to fall again. They actually open our path to happiness. It turns the other c...

Te dejan ir. De nuevo. Te vas. Desaparecen. Desaparece. Otra vez. Esa sensación de vacío en tu estómago. De nuevo. Con la misma persona. Te dejó ir otra vez. Esta vez todo es diferente. Esta vez ya no quieres que vuelva a dejarte ir. Porque ya te has ido para no volver. Esta vez está completado. Esa sensación de paz en tu estómago. Ese equilibrio interior. Porque te dejó ir de nuevo para no volver a dejarte ir nunca más. Ya no quieres pensar más. Esta vez todo es diferente. El camino de tu vida queda libre, queda limpio y claro. Para disfrutarlo. Esta vez si. Te dejó ir. Agradecerle al universo que te dejase ir. Todo en el momento justo. Todo pasa por algo. A la hora justa. En el minuto justo. ¿Quién era?. Ya no me acuerdo. No te recuerdo. No importa. Solo recuerdo que me dejaste ir. Ahora ya se lo que se siente. Lo descubrí. Gracias por dejarme ir. Gracias por dejarme descubrir que la que quería marcharse era yo. Que yo me quise ir y por eso me fui. Gracias por dejarme ir. Gracias por...

Life is a challenge. It is no bed of roses though. There are, sometimes, waves that must be avoided. They cannot be swam. Sometimes it is life itself that gives you the lesson and not people. That path must be walked down. You must fall down in order to be alive again. For that’s how life puts the right things in the right place. There is no one to blame if you stumble. It has happened because of you. It wasn't your fault. Calm down. It is because of the moments of impact in life. Our experiences are so challenging sometimes that we do not even notice it but as soon as you start living… the path soon starts to be unconsciously walked down. We are stubborn and want to walk it properly but it is not always the point that must be dealt with. The little things in life, those that cannot be superficially enjoyed, are the things that we should worry about. Life is too short to stumble continuously and not standing up immediately. Be close to those things that make you happy. The path ha...

No sabes porqué pero sientes alivio You take it for granted that it is going to happen, but have no idea about when Mil mariposas recorren tu alma y Luchan contra esas serpientes que intentan apoderarse de tu cuerpo Ves caras, ves cosas, ves mundo y ese sentimiento vuelve a aparecer piensas, llegas a la conclusión de que todo es nada, y solo lo que no puedes ver es algo. Estar sentado en una nube mientras contemplas al mundo es bonito, pero para hacer eso primero hay que estar vivo y, luego hay que sentir.

It is when his spirit emerges from the shadow of the forgotten soul.. that I, now a woman still in love with him, fantasize. Is it possible to fall in love with someone you have seen only once or twice in your whole life? Is it possible to become addicted to somebody’s writing by feeling that you are him and that he is you..? Little did I imagine how identified I was gonna feel with his writings and intellect. It doesn’t matter how much time do I spend on thinking about that product of the imagination that I will never forget him. Is it possible to feel that person next to you by reading his thoughts even being hundred miles away from him? I wonder whether this feeling of uncertainty will cease...   whether it will become true or not. “What you think, you become” said Buddha but... to what extent may I ask? I can feel his mind melted in mine... it is still difficult however. It is not his beauty that amazes me, it is the fact that I know from the very first tim...

Uno de los mayores problemas de hoy en día es que muchos de nosotros no sabemos apreciar lo que se nos interpone a la vista. Yo, a veces, la primera. Nos quejamos de cosas que nos hacen falta o querríamos tener, sin embargo cuando las tenemos ya no las queremos o el interés se pierde. Por lo tanto, las ideas no están claras. Otorgamos importancia a cosas insignificantes y no valoramos lo vital. La vida no es ningún juego, aunque en ocasiones pueda parecerlo. La vida es real, y a veces corrupta. Y problema es que las personas no saben aprovechar lo que tienen delante de sus ojos, ya sea en términos de amor, salud, bienestar social u otros. Realmente estoy escribiendo esto porque me pregunto; ¿Cuál será la manera correcta de ver la realidad? Y me auto-respondo que no la hay. Nuestros ojos no están preparados para ver eso, nuestra mente quizás si. En esta sociedad, todos estamos en el mismo nivel. No hay individuo existente más ni menos que otro individuo. Desgraciadamente, id...

  Where all this hope has gone? Was it hope? It has left me in doubt The air was passing through our mouths your lips were little by little closer to mine closer to mine, that was the Hope. The hope has gone with you, away. Your hope has plunged mine into despair and mine has done so with yours. My hope is not crying any more My hope has still hope But it has gone I don’t know where. Shall I go out there and look for it? I hope there is a hope looking out for me out there as well. Our hands melted and we almost kissed, but no it was only a hope. But she comes and goes, Like the sun, like feelings immersed in nature Hope is the circle of life, surrounded by circumstances.