I miss you,
I really do.
But there's nothing I can do,
only you can come back.
After all,
and all this time,
it's not I the one
who left.

How I miss you.

Not a day, nor a night
go by without sight.
Not the sun, nor the moon
know the pain deep inside.

You came home one night
and torn everything apart.
The sofa and the lamp
my mind and my heart.

My soul craves for yours,
only weeps for your eyes.
There's a space, in my hands
for your hair and your sigh.

On my chest lies an emptiness
so vast, so immense
I feel and suffer severe ache
taking my breath away.

What is wrong, what is right!
But to feel and smile
is the only truth and reality
you're denying to self.

Ain't easy, I imagine,
Ain't easy, I assure you.
Your heart craves for mine,
mine only flows through you.

Come on! Repent it,
regret it, come back.
We'll grow up stronger
with this and with that.

Let us grow stronger, here and now.

Let us cross our physical hands as a extension of our very self; our hearts as extension of our very souls and our eyes upon this ever changing reality that is us.

Time will pass by, and so oblivion will come upon us triggered by distance but we only possess one chance. One and only: do come back.

Before it's too dark
right after it's light
but before you wake up
I'd like to squeeze in
to your dreams, to your mind
so by the time you get up
and begin to heat up
you'd be thinking of me
as first light at first glance.
Just because, but not only,
you're the dearest of mine.

No te he lo dicho en todo el día,
pero no es que lo he olvidado.
Y es que desde hace un tiempo,
vivo embelezado.

Son tus ojos, es tu boca,
los que me tienen cautivado.
Junto con tu cabello, también tus manos,
me tienen anonadado.

Pero vuelvo y repito, no me he olvidado. Solo he esperado el momento
que mejor se haya dado.

Si es de noche, si es de dia,
quiero que me recibas,
un te quiero, un te extraño
porque bellamente eres mi vida.

Laid over the terrace of my house, with the full weight of decisions and a pillow. The sun, imposing and immovable from the universe, hit me rudely as if he knew what I had between  hands but did not judge me. The breeze embraced me as if it understood me and gave me its calm.

Once you get to know the worst of people, you either withdraw from them or you simply fall for them. Not "romanticly" only but because of acceptance. You see, love and acceptance go by hand. The mere fact of not hoping or ilusionate is acceptance and applies on anything.

You ask me what happyness is; I would likely answer: now, today, this precise and exact moment and not any other since any other is uncertain, is unreal.