Let the characters talk to each other.
Today I tried to write, but I could not concentrate I just sat at the couch, with my pijamas on all day.
I turned on the TV. I watched two different genre of movies and in both, the male protagonist remain me of you. Strong, determined, passionate, beautiful masculine actions and desires. You, the film director, you the lover, you the father, you the husband, you my lover, you, just you. I was so stupid to break up with you before I got completely lost. I can't help myself. I cant not help myself. You can not help me. I dump you. I didn´t care about your emotions, I didn´t protect you as I told you I will, and like a coward I used the excuse "I am protecting us", maybe is not an excuse, maybe it is the right thing to do, maybe I am wrong, maybe you were right last night in my dreams, and I don't know how to love, and worse than that, I don't know how to be loved.
Sunday, October 23, 2016
Saturday, October 15, 2016
Be safe in the storm
Be safe in the storm
dear you, dear me....
be safe in the darkest hours of the night
I am crying
Rivers of blood and mountains of bombs
restrictions, chains, pain.
Be safe in the jungle
dear love, dear me.....
be safe after you buried my memories
please, never cry
because I will not be there to clean your tears
because I am not the cotton of your clothes and I can not protect you
of the pain I am causing us.
Violent winds,
unexpected, unpredictable waterfalls
drops of hope run away from my present
drops of sorrow gnaw my skin.
Hurricanes, typhoons,
destroying, creating,
pulling down the roots I thought I had found.
dear you, dear me....
be safe in the darkest hours of the night
I am crying
Rivers of blood and mountains of bombs
restrictions, chains, pain.
Be safe in the jungle
dear love, dear me.....
be safe after you buried my memories
please, never cry
because I will not be there to clean your tears
because I am not the cotton of your clothes and I can not protect you
of the pain I am causing us.
Violent winds,
unexpected, unpredictable waterfalls
drops of hope run away from my present
drops of sorrow gnaw my skin.
Hurricanes, typhoons,
destroying, creating,
pulling down the roots I thought I had found.
Muerte al corazón.
Ahora estoy viviendo el precio de haber enterrado vivo mi corazón.
Antes de que sufra demasiado, antes de que se convierta en una bomba molotv
antes de que dañe a los amados,
se entierra, se tapa, se controla, se amarra el corazón.
Ahora estoy pagando el precio de haber vivido con el corazón en la mano,
con el olor aún fragante de tus besos, de tus labios,
aún quedan uvas, chocolate, cremas, sensaciones
pero esas se quedan, el sentimiento se va, se guarda, se sosiegan las pasiones.
Ahora estoy viviendo el precio de haber enterrado vivo mi corazón
y la lluvia, fuera de mi ventana, se lleva consigo los pedazos de carne, la sangre
y se mezcla con las lágrimas que son de amor y dolor.
Antes de que sufra demasiado, antes de que se convierta en una bomba molotv
antes de que dañe a los amados,
se entierra, se tapa, se controla, se amarra el corazón.
Ahora estoy pagando el precio de haber vivido con el corazón en la mano,
con el olor aún fragante de tus besos, de tus labios,
aún quedan uvas, chocolate, cremas, sensaciones
pero esas se quedan, el sentimiento se va, se guarda, se sosiegan las pasiones.
Ahora estoy viviendo el precio de haber enterrado vivo mi corazón
y la lluvia, fuera de mi ventana, se lleva consigo los pedazos de carne, la sangre
y se mezcla con las lágrimas que son de amor y dolor.
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