Being sat in a sofa under a yellow light can be the help one needs to start writing.

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 about it because it could be the starting point for two searches. I don’t know if it sounds too passionate but… seriously I don’t mind. The only thing I need is to provoke the unique effect on the reader, on you. If I reach my goal, I promise I won’t deceive you, believe me love.

Making Love.

Two bodies,

two minds,

two souls.

Duality

Passion

Freedrom

You
 Me
Us

The world

No todo tiene respuesta

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.

As it comes, it goes.

Cloudy water,

Enlightening 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.

Es transitorio

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.

Maybe.

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…

Un tal vez.

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...

you and me

To an unknown

No puedo decir tu nombre,
es un secreto que llevo dentro.

Cierro los ojos
y te pienso.

Hablo contigo,
entre sueños.

which process, that process.

Everything ends when you stop doing it.
It does not exist any more.
It falls down,
like a tear.
slowly.

Two oversouls which are now dust

Y mientras que andas entre lo oscuro,
se abrió el telón,
oyes una voz,
miras y no hay nada.

Hay una puerta entre abierta.
Suena el teclado de un piano.
No era real.

The dark side is about to enter.
Blackbirds, black cards, all black everything.
That awkward addiction to the thrill. 
That present sublime. 
The human being.
That emotiveness of nothing.

Maybe.

The ineffable feeling

He sentido una voz susurrando mi nombre,

Miré y no era nada.

No era real sino abstracto. 

- ¿Y si llueve? Fue mi pregunta

            - Deja que las gotas caigan por sí solas. La voz contestó 

Y la extrema ironía de su respuesta,

Enfatizó el habla

Desenredó las cuerdas,

Desató las ganas. 

Nos llevó hasta la locura 

del beso prohibido,

caricias infinitas 

y miradas apasionadas.

Y el color rojo

deslumbró nuestros corazones. 

something missing

Observando a la vida aprendiste cómo llevarla

Sin saber qué quieres

Sólo una leve idea se cruza por tu mente

La frialdad y la lejanía intentan apoderarse de tí.

Son tu manipulado escudo

Ni sabes el porqué

"Estar enamorado no es aprender a querer sino aprender a amar"

Realism

Be aware of who you are,
make errors,
But learn from them.

Not twice, but once.

For now it's ended up.
My heart does not pound.
Run away or you'll be taken away.
You choose.

I'm totally closed.
For everyone.

Before it

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

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.

...lyrical thought...

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.

Comes from my mind

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

The thought approach

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.

Una vez en un sueño

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.

Stream of Consciousness

Son los rayos del sol los que no dejan de brillar,

Los que sostienen un leve recuerdo a miel amarga,

Los que incitan a la pasión de sus labios

A provocar ese constante deseo

Que hoy ya no es nada.

Por un camino verde de yerbajos cortos,

Una vez caminaste,

Deslumbraba doquier su sombra estuviera…

Dulce y amarga luz, que corrompiste la pasión…

Y, en el carmín de sus manos, derramó su conciencia
Cuan pura era antes, cuan necia es ahora.

Que por la codicia que deslumbraba,

Sufrió de pena.

It arrives.

Close your mouth. push your lips.
Now, open them.

Once the air is passing through your tooth,
just relax, close your eyes and, think about your heart

the air is about to enter in your body.
Now, dont think it is air.
Think about what it really is.

It is LOVE.

Uncertainty

It is felt when thinking about anything

A sort of blank hole to fall down,

It opens the path to a new world full of either happiness or pain

Because of not knowing what to think about,

Neither about pity nor about joy

Pleasure, by means of it, is difficult to achieve

But easy to feel through illusions

Heart pounds in such a deep way that is in love with it.

It gets rid of rules and obligations

It provides delight

Brimming with happiness is the path to such an uncertain hole

But the tree broke my fall. It keeps me through.

The uncertain is such a delightful way for insatiable desires

It is a constant want. It actually seems to be a life’s must

Maybe yes or maybe not, why maybe?

Because it is unclear

Would it be risky to jump into the hole?

Imagine a sort of flying looking for pleasures

Two melting shadows under the sky

Kissing each other under the sun

But are the beams of light who do not allow the shadows to kiss

Why such a complication?

Because the beams are jealous of the sun shining for them

And just only for them. For two lovesick souls that are no longer sad

I have no tears

I have no tears, but feel like crying.

Dissatisfied with this

Even knowing that I can have something much more better

Than this mere mode of life that anyone desires

For me it is neutral, a balance between the good and the evil

A kind of thing that will never go ahead

Never in such a good way

Never full of happiness but anxiety

Anxiety of thinking about a near future

In which happiness is not going to be present

If I had had the opportunity to go back in time

Anything would have been started

There would be nothing right now but fate

Predestination and time are the only who in believe in

They will decide what is about to happen

I have no tears, but pain

No regret but sorrow

But a grief hindering to advance

To achieve happiness

To fulfill an essential need