Cristina

Cristina Apr 2014

when the end will come
I want the power to stay straight, unharmed.
to not feel sorry for my soul
to not be scary for the cold.

late in the night, remembering
to put my clock alarm, for the last time
to get up in the morning sun.
It will be the last day to think, to feel, to breathe.
there is no turning back
no point of retreat
who will know?
I will never see...

I hope I didn't get my life wrong
to wish for one minute at death's door
to redeem my former sins
to cry and beg from my beginnings.

death will come, it's a matter of time.

Cristina Mar 2014

with closed eyes

closing my eyes to forget I can see,
to smell with nose the special floral perfume of spring rose.
with closed eyes I can hear earth whispering to above
and the echoes from beyond.
with close eyes I can feel the drop of cold rain on my cheek
so I can make a subtle smile with my lips
with closed eyes I can feel the wind on my face
and the miracle of water spreading down my neck.
with closed eyes I can move freely
forgetting about life obstruction around me.
walking and feeling the sand between the toes
my eyes should stay forever closed.

Cristina Mar 2014

H. O. P. E. (10 w)

definition of
H. O. P. E.
hold. on, pain. ends.

Cristina Mar 2014

courage to:

to fight for a thing called love.
however, isn't meaningless, it makes you stronger
kind of a true fact
maybe we stop because of disconnection
everybody is whispering
because they don't have the courage to say it loud
maybe is weird, but some people do believe in it
it's like magic
power of positive thinking.

I must do something
to believe and fight for it.
I can't stay in hide shadows.
in these last days
I must be honest to declare
I love you
is not hard to say it, but I forgot to tell it
think of it
pride is a heavy burden
anyway you will not remember.
I must see your eyes
to tell you in the face
that
I love you

(read from the bottom to top)

my inspiration came from this amazing poem
https://twitter.com/DerekNichols0/status/438737917628796928/photo/1
*respect*

Cristina Mar 2014

If I stay.

if I stay.
decisions to take, make up my mind. again.
end of this story from my point of view.

dying is easy, living is hard. guess I have to live like that?
scream, desire to ****, emotions to not feel.

If I stay, my mind is on replay.
remembering everything before my swollen eyes
with broken limb, collapsed lung, ruptured spleen
life I lived, people I hugged, music I played
lips I kiss, brother I start to miss
parents I was rise.

Enduring agony is too painful.
don't give up! why he doesn't stop to talk?
love never dies, it never goes away.
I don't want to hear what he has to say.
please Adam, go away.

sick body, with broken heart, wondering:
where it will be the place for love?
I don't want to wake up in a world where I don't belong.

If I stay** has a lot to say
certain ideas and themes about life itself,
beautiful family life, life near a best friend,
life with a boyfriend and not at least
life with joy and music.

later he will ask himself
where she went?
and all I will say:
I choose to live this way,
far away from my former life. which ended in that day.

this poem is a tribute to one of my favorite books. If I stay by Gayle Forman.

this is the prologue: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qFO2aPa904A

Cristina Mar 2014

first moments... alive

The adventure of our lives begins after
the first moment of life outside the womb.
Fear that viscous coating can not protect yourself
makes you anticipate what will happen.
Moments pass and you don't feel sheltered anymore,
and an unknown amount of energy accumulates
in your little body and the environment is filled
with your first sound
measured in decibels.

now the world knows about you.

Cristina Mar 2014

pain

pain shows up differently.
manifests variously in each of us
highlighting
our personality
when we express suffering.