thanks for letting me be, thanks for showing me how to free my mind from myself.

me voy a construir una vida tan hermosa que la muerte va a envidiar

7,594 billion humans in this earth and you think i will cry for your mistakes? Honey think again.

Mi abuelo me visito en un sueño
me vino a recordar que todo esta y estará bien
mas bien, entre bien y perfectamente
desperte
desperte del sueño  sintiéndome bien

Ojala que muera nuestro **** presidente.

me gustan los poemas así cuando no riman, no tienen sentido no llevan a nada, pero son.

you're my favorite human being

I dont know how to control my craving to fly.

Am i the only one who wants to be naked all this quarantine?

se puede compartir la libertad

If poetry don’t **** me, emotions will

En el corazón inestable de una artista vive la dualidad

don't be so hard with yourself

You put your hand in mine and took me out of hell, because you know the way back to heaven. You understand my mind better than anyone my pain, my deepest secrets, and my feelings; and i  know yours too, no lies, just as we are we learn to love each other without judging., We drink different poisons to cure our souls but we can't stand the idea of seeing each other destroy ourselves., You are a part of me, always have and always will.My funny man. I hope one day you look at yourself in the mirror and fall in love so good and so deeply that all the broken parts get put back together with one look., I know one day you will see your real worth you deserve nothing but the best, baby boy.

I wish all your broken pieces get together, you know sometimes leaving is the biggest expression of love i can give.

sometimes i miss a person who never existed

The paradox of possesive love
You can only love in freedom

In which moment *** becomes less intimate than taking a coffee with a stranger and talk about life, or hugging in the middle of the bar with all the music and people jumping, feeling the strong heart of a stranger in your chest and knowing that's sharing peace.
In which moment love become so difficult? is it because *** is so easy to get that love becomes so difficult?
Are we so disconnected of ourselves, of our feelings?
In which moment eye contact becomes more intimate than having someone inside of you?
What is happening with us, with love, with connection, why are we so afraid to give it all
to say: “look me in the eyes, i'm not going anywhere” to say “ lets get old together”  what happens to partners for life? what happened to unconditional love?, is it just our generation with this struggle?
Why are we afraid i have listen to manies: “ i don't want to lose my freedom”, “ i have been hurt before”, “ i don't want to open myself” “ trust no one” “ i can't be loyal”...
Love and *** become a game i don't know how to play, a game of express but not to much, feel but not too much, don't be intense, play it cool, see other people, don't put so much effort on a men, don't expect nothing from him. How can you build trust in this game?
So tell me what its next? Everybody wants to go to heaven but no one wants to die, Everybody wants to be in love but noone wants to fight for it.

A veces me lleno de enojo, de dolor de injusticia que la vida da
pero así como me lleno, la vida me enseño que las perlas no son para los cerdos, que uno aprende con quien si, con quien no, quien merece una respuesta y quien no, la vida me enseño que soltando me vacío, suelto y ya no lo siento en mi cuerpo, soltando todo se va y solo lo mejor se queda.

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

Y con el tiempo lo vi
llevamos fantasmas
los cargamos con nosotros
nos dejaron heridas
llevamos fantasmas y los andamos buscando

Le estuve poniendo perfume a un pedazo de mierda, confundiendo azúcar con sal, y llamando " amor " a algo que no conocía.

i like your mind.

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?

"Speak soft to me", the mirror ask me

If I have just one wish, I wish all your wishes come true.

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.

mi cama es pequeña pero mi corazón es gigante

It took me time to realise that the person i want it to save was no other than myself

maybe is not life or death
maybe is that part in between

I need to learn when to quit, when to leave , not for others, just for me.

I was a mockingbird in my other life. That's why I feel the need for sugar, that's why my heart gets so excited, beating so hard in my chest, that’s why I don't like cages and I’m always dreaming in the clouds, feeling the freedom. That's why I learn in this life to fly. Because I remember the feeling and i crave the fredom of flying

Inside of me, there will always be the kid who prefers to be with animals over humans

Tu cordura cura mi locura

I want you to love me in freedom, love me but leave me wild, love me for what i am and not what you want me to be, please dont put me on a pedestal, dont talk to me about soulmates or the love of your life, dont ask me about my past, is all in the past, i want you, like i didnt with anyone, for first time im so sure but please don't put presure on me, for the future or my past, let me be your lover, your fantacy, your family,your friend…. love my light but please learn to love more in my dark days.
Learn to understand my silence, my energy, my space. Before ask you this..  let me learn how to love you the way i want you to love me.

Maybe one day you will understand the difference between sleeping with someone and wanting to wake up next to someone

And how do you know it's love?
Because when i'm next to him i feel i am at home

The most  beautiful part of you is your strange way of thinking

There was a guy who gave me a box full of pain, doubts and hate, I didn't see it in that moment but this also, was such a beautiful gift, with this i learn a magic trick to make pain into roses, it is such a beautiful gift.

Six years ago a bird die in my hands, i felt the last breath, the last heartbeat in my hands, one drop felt in my eye, it die because it was a wild animal, not made for cages, i think this was a message of the universe, noting is designed to be in a cage, everything need freedom, to bloom, to fly, to grow, to love, to feel, to live.

everytime a girl in the street smile back i feel we are sharing a secret a something like “ im here for you i got your back to”

make peace with all the broken pieces, make peace with all your chaos and madness.