Cristina

Cristina Oct 2017

I'm thinking of letting you go
somewhere you can be
free of my torch
that burns your ego
when you're drunk .

I'm thinking of letting you go
in the middle of the night
with too much alcohol
where you can be alone.

I'm thinking of letting you go
because you left me awhile a go.

wrote this piece a while back. though, still hurts.

Cristina Sep 2017

present

therefore,
you don't need to go back in time
it's all here,
you can feel it, smell it and touch it
as long as you are creative to imagine.

Cristina Jul 2017

Gratify me

Bring me peace so I can be freely wild
Throw me into the water so I can go deep
If there's cold I can create heat
Where is love I can bring tears
but to survive
I need your heart.

Cristina Jul 2017

for her baby

hello my friend
with deep blue eyes!
today we meet
in the land of real dreams
that the grown ups
call it simple
Life!

A day will come
for every scene
for you to learn
names and things.
fear not, my friend
if tears will come
some of them
important are.
you shall not be scared
if monsters are real
because your dad
will banish them.
you shall not cry
if rain will come,
in your mother's arms
shelter you'll find.
do not hurry to grow old
nor pass the toys
in those long days
because my friend,
grown ups miss in secret
to play with toys.

I wish for you
...
oh! so many wishes
I'll tell you all
in our next meeting!

For Elena
5 months baby

Cristina May 2017

it was your birthday

It was your birthday
not long ago,
yesterday to make it clear,
and
I did not call
to sing the song
to wish you well
to say cheerful
'Happy birthday!'

I am so sorry L.
I promise it will never happen again!

Cristina May 2017

the great start

It's time

for you to begin seeking

the great world

that is in front of you.

Cristina May 2017

I could and won't

I could let myself down in an acrylic tub full of tears
and no one will notice its springing from my eyes.

I could let myself down on the cold ground of winter earth
and no one will notice I will be part of him from now on.

I could not speak a word or write one
and no one will notice the silent that eats parts of me
as I become none.

I could tell you stories of what I feel inside
I could tell you stories of what desire felt like
I could and could and could
but I won't and won't and
won't.