miércoles, 29 de febrero de 2012

The world is changing.

Las cosas cambian de la noche a la mañana.
En cuestión de segundos.
Es algo peliagudo, pero a la vez es algo jodidamente maravilloso.
Creo que es la primera vez que se me está dando bien dejarme llevar.
No se lo contéis a nadie, no quiero gritarlo en voz alta.
No quiero que se entere ni el viento.
Tengo ganas de pisar fuerte, de hacer temblar al suelo.
No puedo estar siempre en lo alto, es bueno imponer paso firme.
¿No crees?
Ahora tengo otros ojos bonitos a los que mirar...
Y me gusta lo que veo.
Contemplo que el mar está en calma,
aunque sabe cuando levantar olas y crear la tempestad.
Rompiendo paredes y fantasías.
Como dije, me gusta.
La "novedad".

jueves, 23 de febrero de 2012

Pensar en hacer locuras está bien. Hacerlas es mucho mejor.

Locura.
Secretos.
Pensamientos.
Emociones.
Sentimientos.
Impulsos.
Reacciones.
Pinchazos.
Sentimientos.
Recuerdos.
Persistencia
Empeño.
Deseo.
Extrañeza.
Inconsciencia.
Y sí, una vez más...
Locura.
Déjame revivir, haz que me den escalofríos.
Déjame buscarte, déjame encontrarte...
Déjame respirar, echo de menos el aire puro.
Él me reanima.
Estoy ahogada, estoy estancada, necesito una prueba más.
Sólo una.
Y si vuelvo a ver otra pluma caer, juro que pararé.

martes, 21 de febrero de 2012

Do you believe in life after love?


¿Qué es el amor?
Gran pregunta, gran incógnita.
Muchos la dividen por fases, por imágenes, recuerdos, lágrimas, incluso por despertares.
Sinceramente, no creo que todo el mundo lo haya llegado a conocer.
Pero es porque ni siquiera lo intentan, son cobardes.
Hay veces que llegas al punto hasta de sorprenderte de ti mismo/a.
Te llegas hasta a aterrorizar.
Amar es vivir, pero también es morir.
Es saber dejar los miedos atrás, es arriesgar.
También es dar de lo que se recibe sin esperar nada a cambio.
Sentir que el alma te quema y que ni el mayor tornado pueda apagar esa llama.
Abrir los ojos, mirar hacia un lado y que no te de pinchazos el corazón...
Que te lata tan fuerte que quieras vomitarlo...
Incluso que los latidos sean lo suficientemente rápidos como para sobrepasar cualquier frecuencia.
Sentir como se te resquebraja el corazón en dos cuando frecuentas "ciertos" lugares.
Notar la ansiedad al contar con los dedos de tu mano la última vez que le viste y...
Que por desgracia sobrepase los 6 meses desde la última vez que viste esos ojos.
Yo no sé tú, pero quiero saber cómo lo haces.
Quiero saber si eres tú quien puede salvarme.
Dime el secreto.

De todas maneras va a ser difícil, 
no es cuestión de razón cuando se trata de temas del corazón.
Más si hablamos de que tú eres mi tentación.

Pero, ¿sabes qué? Esto no ha acabado.
Nunca acabó.

lunes, 13 de febrero de 2012

Killing for love.


He de decir algo.
Hoy he sentido un pinchazo en el estómago.
Y lo he acabado odiando.
No quiero que se me resquebraje el corazón de nuevo.
He podido notar como me atravesaba de arriba a abajo
de iquierda a derecha, así, de manera situl, como si nada.
Puedo notar cruces dentro de mi.
Me he vuelto a sentir viva, pero... ¿A quién quiero engañar?
"Quiero dejar en tu piel mis huellas dactilares."
Tranquilo, siguen ahí y la verdad,
no sé durante cuánto tiempo más.
Esa incertidumbre juro que me mata, suavemente, pero lo hace.
Clavando agujas sin previo aviso.
Sólo sé que tengo un corazón lleno de deseos, pero estoy matándolo por amor.
Empieza con fuego, arde al rojo vivo con llamas, pero finalmente...
Todo queda en cenizas.
Como dije.
"Matando por amor."

jueves, 9 de febrero de 2012

Let's swim.


How wonderful can they be.
Let me stare into the ocean, I'd love to swim there.
I could give you the reason to fly, maybe the power to love.
I would like to run the risk, just to get wet again because of your waves.
Your blinks are like flashing lights, like butterflies shaking their wings.
Like two water balls, they hypnotize me.
When everything is quiet and noiseless then...
They can scream, they can break down in horror.
Those doors, are the doors of life.
Open them, don't be scared, enjoy.
It's like a paradise full of colours and tones.
But sometimes it starts to rain, when you least expect it.
You can't help it.
They are powerfull, they can destroy just with a wink.
Scary, isn't it?
But excuse me if I'm rude
but you're a coward if you don't dare to fight face to face.
Can you see those eyelashes?
No, they aren't just eyelashes.
I wish they could hold me.
Just a touch.
They are the fingers of the soul.

sábado, 4 de febrero de 2012

I still feel like home is in your arms.


Days like these make me dizzy although I'm sick.
Maybe that's the reason.
Don't ask me why but today I need you more than ever.
Maybe I need someone to take care of me...

And if I'm honest, you'd be the perfect person.
I know you could calm me down.
Desires.
My heart is bursting with them.
How can it be possible?
I'm burning inside, there are ashes in my lungs because I need air, that's too hard to me.
All you can see is emptiness in my face, my eyes have been sweating for months, I've got flames.
I know I said "Everything is said and done".
But there's a secret and you don't know it.
I'm lost, I don't even know where my steps are.
Something that I remember is your body as my favourite furniture.
Your lips were my perfect bed to rest.
Your arms were the warmest blanket I've ever been.
Your eyes... I can't compare them with anything...
They are my favourite screen, they shine more than a thousands TVs.
Your tongue, what an amazing shower, I loved to jump in there.
And what about your kisses... Who needs to eat?

That's why I always was without appetite.
What a mansion, what a paradise.
I just want to come back home.

jueves, 2 de febrero de 2012

Something that could have been but finally it was not.


Lemme fly, don't cut my wings off.
Cos it means I'm gonna fall down and I'm not ready for that.
Not yet.
And seriously, can anyone tell me what's going on here?
This is insane, how many thoughts are flying around my head?
My mind is a mess.
As far as I can see here is just chaos, agony and overwhelm.
I need to breath.
I just wanna run away from here.
Don't you see this? I feel fucking stuck, it shouldn't go on cos I'm gonna go crazy.
This smell... It actually sucks.
I'm sick of this.
I haven't got a voice to scream, a throat to yell either.
Should I go?
Can anybody hear me? Is anyone there?
I used to think about me, about my life, about my future.
Actually I still do.
It has to stop, it MUST stop.
Sometimes I feel the need of take a suitcase and fill it with illusions, forgetfulness, nostalgia, "Goodbye" and "Welcome".
I'd rather die than to be here all my whole life.
I'm not saying I'm unhappy,
I'm just saying what I need and what I've been dreaming of all this fucking time.
I need a change... I need a fucking change.
Can anyone help me to throw my fears out?
I'm just asking for a new life, I'm just praying for a new road to drive.

The sound of life.

Have you ever thought about it?
Heartbeats are everywhere, they are around us, walking on the streets.
There are millions and millions of them beating in differents frecuencies right now.
And the best part of this, is that any of them are beating at the same time.
Heartbeats never lie, they are always being honest with their selves.
Not like us.
This is scary, right?
Each one of them are made to born and to die.
And, if you still think about it, there's no other melody more beautiful than this.
Does exist another melody that can give you LIFE?
I don't think so.
And what about listening to other heartbeats? For example... The person you love.
It's like... "I'm hearing how you are living."
Those beats... Those blows... I'm speechless. I can't even explain that feeling.
Heartbeats are wonderful. They are like fireworks in the sky.
All of us have listened to them too many times. Because of fear, happiness, love, nervous, ecstasy, sadness, asphyxia...
But you know what?
They are always there, till death.

My favourite skies.

foto de finding_paradise en 25/01/12
It hurts.
So help me, I should keep on walking but my feet are tired.
I think it was enough.
Maybe it's time to fly for a while.
I still feel the pain, your voice has the power...
Your voice is my weakness, it can kill me.
But you know what?
Time flies, everything can change just in a fucking second.
Let's say goodbye.
And please, stop freezing my mind.

Crosses.

Necesito vomitar palabras, gritarte sentimientos,
hasta el punto en el que mis alaridos puedan despeinarte.
Desgarrarme la piel encima tuya, fundirme cual hierro candente en tus manos.
Sería capaz de tantas cosas...
Puedo escuchar los latidos desde la otra punta del océano, a pesar de que solo yo pueda sentirlos.
No sé que me has hecho.
Aún a día de hoy sigo preguntándomelo y te juro que me sacaría los sesos ahora mismo si pudiese.
¿Bonito o triste?
Sólo sé que tu ausencia me acompaña constantemente y no sabes cuánto necesito tus aguas mirándome fijamente, que tus olas choquen contra mi cara.
Atrévete, otra vez.

Enemies.

Mind and heart sometimes ask questions. They can drive you crazy. They can make you angry.
Then you realised what are you able to do and what you shouldn't do.
Those moments are created to make you think about everything.
What are you thinking about?
Past? Present? Future? It's time to grow up, are you agree?
It's time to be strong. You must stay strong. What did you expect?
As I said, I don't know if you know it but, heart and mind are enemies.

Pieces of life.