Un respiro.
Un exhalo.
Poco a poco,
el cuerpo
analiza lo pasado.
Apago los ojos,
solo veo blanco.
Blancas las sabanas de la cama desordenada,
durante el momento en que dos almas se reencontraban.
Blanca la tela que el torso cubría,
al caminar sintiendo la arena, por la oscura noche en la que dos corazones corrían.
Blanco el destello de las estrellas percibidas,
que hacía arriba era lo que veían.
Blanca la mente, ya que fascinada y demente se encuentra.
Empeorando al desvanecerse en aquellas brillantes ventanas de tonos cafés que mesmerizan.
Mariposas blancas aleteando colman
todo aquello que al cuerpo conforma.
Un respiro.
Un exhalo.
Ahora la mente
se encuentra en relajo.
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 9:47 PM UTC
Mistakes don’t describe
Who we are now
Or even
Who we will be.
Because only we can decide
How we want to be
Or what we will make
out of this life.
If change is wanted
With all our might,
Then a difference is started,
And change will happen
In the soul and mind.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 11:57 AM UTC
I make mistakes,
And that's ok.
I may drown in sadness,
And that's ok.
I have imperfections,
And that's ok.
That's what makes me human.
Imperfections
Are seen negatively,
When they actually are
An important piece
Of our essence inside.
However we are,
With the good things and bad,
loving ourselves
is what we need to achieve.
It will give us
A certain peace of mind.
We will fly free
Over the whole world
Outside to the universe,
And finally discover ourselves.
At the end,
We are perfect and unique,
With a personality each
That generates the real
us from within.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 7:21 AM UTC
A melody
Passes through my soul
With much ease and calmness,
Across all the pieces
That make me whole.
Puts together
The distant parts
Of my heart and mind,
That time
Managed to pull apart,
But finding myself,
Redirected to unite again.
This melody
Is greatly appreciated,
As it represents
What we are
And what we could be.
My mind
Opens.
My heart
Remembers.
All of those
Magnificent memories
Flash through my mind
At the instant
When that melody
Passes Through
my heart.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 11:20 AM UTC
Cuando la mente
se llena de anestesia,
es porque esta
en un paraíso oculto
de aquellos pensamientos
que me mandan a otro planeta.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 8:58 AM UTC
From here to there,
my city to yours,
it's the distance between us,
physically separating,
your heart from mine.
But we shouldn't give it,
the unique satisfaction,
of maintaining us apart:
because in reality,
our hearts are together,
and love radiates,
no matter how far away we are.
So just like that,
our hearts are like one.
Giving all the greatness we can
to feel as if we aren't apart.
And when the day comes,
and we finally see each other,
we will already know
how each beat is for us.
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 10:53 AM UTC
No more captivating colors,
as with our eyes,
we welcome a greyness
created by us.
Sadness conquers,
missiles are dropped,
a whole lot of places,
are being undone.
Bodies fall to the ground,
meanwhile sitting at home,
lingers the woman
who can't sleep at night,
waiting for the nightmare
to cease at time.
Later, the wind
happens to come,
bringing devastating news,
about all of those
who at the end are lost.
Adding more
broken hearts and tears,
to an already filled up
list of heartbroken shields .
Ashes are seen
all over the sky,
but they would be better
if they had never come alive.
Memories are lost,
people are in grief,
No more battle,
please let us live.
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC
Lo que muchos creen
que es solo un mito
otros notan
lo asombroso que llega a ser.
Están abiertos a el
y lo reciben como es.
Para otros, en cambio
no es tan fácil aceptarlo.
Lo desprecian y malinterpretan.
Pero cuando les aparece,
no lo alejan si no que lo aceptan.
Descubren, al igual que los demás,
lo asombroso que llega a ser.
No se sabe que es algo real
y que es lo irreal,
ya que todos tienen realidades diferentes.
Lo que sucede,
es que ahora mismo
para mi,
ese sentimiento,
que me hace volar,
me hace ir a otro planeta,
y explorar,
es tan real
como cuando vemos
a una estrella tintinear.
Ya no es un mito,
aunque para mi nunca lo fue,
solo que me lo probaron
más temprano de lo que pensé.
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 5:32 PM UTC
Nunca se sabe
que nos vamos a encontrar
en las profundidades del mar.
Cuando arde
en el fondo de nuestra alma,
un deseo de hallar
lo que no sale de nuestro pensar,
ese es el momento
en que debemos parar
esa búsqueda
de algo que,
si se rastrea,
nunca podremos encontrar.
Justo en ese instante,
en que por fin paramos de buscar,
llegará a nosotros
lo que siempre se quiso alcanzar;
por aquellas dichas,
profundidades del mar.
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC
Aveces,
igual que el viento,
las personas fluimos,
sentimos, y cambiamos.
Hay brisas fuertes,
parecidas a momentos impactantes
en los cuales logramos desviarnos
del camino que preferimos.
Pero después de chocar
con algo que nos devuelve el sentido
regresamos al camino
por el cual,
igual que el viento,
aveces seguimos .
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 5:25 PM UTC