In wich moment loneliness start tasting so good?
i smilie writing this, with my lips tasting the cup of red wine.

consumistas
consumistas de objetos, de la falsa dulzura del azucar, consumistas de necesidades sociales, aceptaciones, consumismo pidiendo mas,consumismo pidiendo mas, consumismo consumiéndonos.
Que pasaría si tuviéramos sed de  recuerdos, momentos, sonrisas, si tuviéramos necesidad de escuchar carcajadas, de amor, de respeto, si entendiéramos que este mundo solo andamos de visita,  esta hecho para cuidar y no para consumir.

Y esa sonrisa que llevas en la cara, es tuya o es prestada?
Y si me la robo a besos? y si me la arrancas para que la lleves tu de regreso? y si la compartimos?

At home.
Where you want to be but don't need to be.
Where you are at peace…."peace" I repeat to myself
I supposed that must be how loves feels
like home.

I am maybe not the cleanest person, I have made and i still make so many mistakes, I am far away from perfection ,I  know i can be so distracted and clumsy sometimes. Im not the prettiest, the smartest or the reachest person in this world, but i have ambition and love so this is what i want to say...  I can´t promess a life without mistakes, I can't promess perfection i just can't, but with me love, laughs and happines will always be in the table, and more than we can count that i can promess.

Is so poetic is the only one who only happens ones,
and i promess when you arrive i will acept you with open arms.

Este otoño escucho a los arboles cantar la canción del desapego al compas del aire en la escala de sol