Remembering who we are

  If I ever get married, it'll be in a desert island, with no one there, there is only you & me.  Well... at the beginning of our life we do not ask ourselves how we are going to end it up. We think neither about our future nor about love. But there is that point one reaches in life when everything needs an answer or, at least, there must be an answer. Everything seems to be either so platonic or romantic and we end up believing unbelievable things. That’s the mistake. The fact of falling in love easily could be extremely hurtful since love is a very difficult issue to be touched on.  Most of the time single people regret being alone and a married couple would pay anything for being single. That’s called happiness. Anyone gives us rules about how to be happy. It just happens or not. There are no fixed rules in life but real facts and blank holes that need to be filled.  There is that moment in which you can see your own p...

I cannot stop wondering where are you… I think about you everyday, every second and every minute. You must be outside but don’t know whether you are waiting for me or not. Sometimes I feel as if I’ve been inside a bubble without breathing, dead. In fact, I was not alone… but in spite of it I was looking for you. I imagine my walking path, I become blocked, I am inspired, and my mind runs from one place to another without thinking. If we get rid of the politically correct things… would it be possible to live? If we want our dreams become true… what should we do? And what happens if you don’t exist and are only a product of my imagination…? What happens if I cannot find you never ever and become mad…? Nobody knows so, anyone wouldn’t help me, I know. But here it’s the free will that plays such an important role. I don’t know whether what I am writing right now makes sense or not, but I actually don’t mind. I only want you to read this and get my message. I want to make you think ab...

Two bodies, two minds, two souls. Duality Passion Freedrom You  Me Us The world

Quizás sea positivo el que estés en ausente ya que podrías estar pensando en una respuesta para darme.  Quizás ni me tengas en tu mente y mis palabras sólo sean tres frases más que tengas que leer.  Quizás aún sientas algo y tengas miedo a perder. No se me ocurren explicaciones para darte ni tampoco razones que contarte.  Quizás estés en ausente y lo sigas durante el resto de mi vida.  Sólo es la incertidumbre que creas en mí, que ni tú mismo sabes, esa manera de hipnotizarme el pensamiento y dejarme sin palabra.  Es extremadamente increible el llegar a saber el porque de como me siento si te pienso.  Jamás se me ocurriría llamar a esto amor, ni tampoco querer. Me atrevería a decir pasión a lo medianamente desconocido.

Cloudy water, Enlighten ing with gold twinkles the dark forest of the warm night. The Insecurity of a soul, the security of another, they reject each other. Both would fuse together If one of them knew about The insecurity it entails; Two souls fusing together, Without thinking about the risk of the ephemeral. There is no eternity, There is no security, Since Nothing is eternal and, Consequently, Nothing is secure.

Aguas turbias que iluminan con destellos dorados el bosque oscuro de la noche cálida. La Inseguridad de un alma, La seguridad de otra, Se rechazan. Ambas fusionarían Si una de ellas supiese la Inseguridad que ello conlleva; el fusionarse con un alma, sin pensar el riesgo de lo efímero. No existe eternidad, no existe Seguridad, ya que; nada es eterno y, por consiguiente, nada es seguro.

I’m actually wondering; Why did you come to me? Why did you make me laugh? If you decided to disappear And move away… Where are you? I can’t see you. I believe you should come back Because one of these days I would like to contemplate the sunrise with you… in front of me Our skins start shinning under the sun light and happiness must reign. I want you to whisper nice words in my ear.. I’m afraid of losing afraid of *loving afraid of suffering But feeling Maybe you are not here, Maybe you never come back Maybe it is your fear what prevents you from loving me Maybe there is a long way under our short and simple story Maybe there is nothing at all Maybe soon I hear from you Perhaps you are not in love with me… or maybe yes. Maybe we can share a whole night looking at the stars until the sunrise, And it could be a moment without an end…

Y realmente ahora me pregunto; ¿Por qué llegaste a mí? ¿Por qué me hiciste reir? Si hace tiempo decidiste desaparecer y alejarte de mí... ¿Dónde estás? No puedo verte. Creo que ya puedes volver, porque un día de estos me gustaría ver como sale el sol junto a tí... Y que empiecen a brillar nuestras pieles bajo su luz... que reine la felicidad... que me susurres al oído palabras bonitas... Tengo miedo a perder, miedo a querer, miedo a sufrir, pero no a sentir. Tal vez ni estés aquí, tal vez no vuelvas nunca, tal vez será tu miedo el que te impida sentir por mí. Tal vez haya un largo etcétera bajo nuestra simple y corta historia. Tal vez no haya nada. Tal vez pronto tendré noticias de tí... Tal vez ni estés enamorado de mí... o quizás si.  Tal vez compartamos una noche bajo la luz de las estrellas hasta que el sol se decida a salir, y puede que ese momento no tenga fin...