Thanks to you I feel like I'm living a longer spring than what I thought was posible and now I've grown used to sighs that taste like roses and lavander, rainbows in every pond, and ambrosy-like kisses.
I feel summer coming, but it's warmth doesn't trick me. The melting sun feels like the ****** to the symphony I didn't know how to write until we started making music.
And right behind summer comes autum as the last breath of life. Landscapes worthy of the best museums, all nothing more than a facade to hide the smell of death.
The circle closes with winter and everything that once bloomed in spring is nothing more than a memory covered in frost, in cold, in silence, in empy words, and painful goodbyes.
But right now, we are in spring and I foolishly hope that this relationship is located somewhere in the equator line where we can stay forever in spring.

Descendía lentamente los escalones del bus mientras me preguntaba cómo me iba a sentir. Habían pasado tantos meses, pero bien podría haber sido ayer. El tiempo no cura este tipo de dolores, solo aprendes a vivir con ellos como con el ruido constante de los carros en la ciudad.

Los recuerdos se aferran a tantas cosas que no he podido evadirlas todas, a pesar de mis esfuerzos. Sin embargo, tenía que regresar a tu casa y las calles reprochaban mi olvido gritando tu memoria. Cada tienda, cada esquina, cada piedra guardaba un pedazo tuyo que iba recogiendo para armar un rompecabezas que rompía mi corazón, de nuevo.

Le agradezco a esas cuadras no intentar borrarte, como yo, por guardar tanto de tus últimos años de vida. Aun así no puedo evitar odiarlas por seguir inmutables a pesar de tu ausencia, ¿cómo es eso posible? Que las calles no sientan la ausencia del sol. Del hombre que fue Superman y todos los demás heroes. Parece imposible, no lo entiendo.

Son tantos los recuerdos que se entretejen entre ellos y se convierten en un desordenado tapiz de anécdotas. Ahora quiero guardarlos todos, todos los que pueda. Busco entre los cajones de mi memoria y los cojo con cuidado, son como flores que planeo dejar entre las páginas de libros para preservarlas, no importa si no siguen igual. Porque incluso si están muertas, todavía huelen a ti.

It comes in waves, this crippling emotional pain.
Sometimes it fades, then, like the sea, it shows again.
I´ve grown used to it´s rough caress on my emotional stability
Testing it, taking me to the edge, with irrational cruelty.

And then it vanishes, what once was shore is no more
Just miles upon miles of damped sand, and a self unsure,
Torn between the illusion of recovery
And the calling of reality.

One day, without notice a mountain of water closes on me
A tsunami of everything bad, just when I thought I’d escape the sea
I had been fooling myself, I am an island, surrounded by water
All I can hope is for days that are dryer, better.

Ah, extrañarte es un dolor sordo
no me doy cuenta hasta que alguien dice tu nombre
y entonces siento tu ausencia tomar de rehén a mi garganta,
entonces tengo la necesidad imperiosa de parpadear
para mantener a raya mi dolor visible.

No me doy cuenta de cuanto te extraño de día
pero todas las noches sueño con tu cara,
mi almohada no me deja olvidar tu voz
ni mis cobijas tus calor.

No me doy cuenta de cuanto te extraño
porque me he acostumbrado a este dolor
como a un sonido constante.
Lo noto sólo cuando le suben el volumen a los recuerdos.

My eyes closed, your arms around me.
My eyes closed, your rhythmic breathing warms my neck.
My eyes closed, the alarm goes off.
My eyes open, you´re not there, you never were.

My world is no longer colored red
I'm not pulled by a deafening rage.
No longer wishing to be an angel of death,
my dramatic self finally leaves the stage.

Slowly, I gain back control of my mind.
My breathing normalizes.
That part of me is gone, but what's left behind?
Everything has now turned to ashes.

"Will you forgive me?" I say, watery eyes,
face contrived by shame and remorse
you say you do, but your stare, cold like ice,
punishes me with fearful force

Yesterday I was de sun
All light and warmth
came from within.
Today I´m but a ghost
people walk through me
both of us barely conscious
of the touch.
How I´ve changed...

How could I move forward after this?
How could I stop dreading solitude because your face haunts me?
How could I ignore the waves of pain that make me want to flee?
How could I ever crawl out from this black abyss?

How could the sun come out every day, as if nothing happened?
How could the stars shine bright as ever, without you here?
How could the colors of the world not have disappeared?
How could the house stand just like before after it was abandoned?

How could you go without saying goodbye?
How could you say you’d be the winner?
How could you bring to us this perpetual winter?
How could you promised you would not die?

And yet it happens and it happened

Sé que escondes bajo esas lindas risas,
conozco el sufrimiento de ocultar un dolor insoportable,
son mil penas y un corazón que han hecho trizas,
pero te escondes bajo una sonrisa que te vuelve inconsolable

Que más quisiera que curarte con abrazos,
Sin embargo es difícil incluso hablar de amor,
y aunque quiero pegar todos los pedazos,
me es imposible pues a mi también me queda solo dolor.

Por eso no me arriesgo con las palabras,
y aunque mi sueño es darte el paraíso,
las promesas vanas cortan como dagas,
no te puedo tener esperando por siempre, sumiso.

Y sin embargo te amo y me duele soltarte.

I thought I heard you say
that life is precious
But then you turn your face away
from all these persons

How can you be so blind
and take the wrong for right ?
how can you say you care
and not mend this mistake?

Your mouth preaches love
yet you see the injustice and write it off
because it's more convenient
to forget your values when your help is needed.

You've seen their problems
you know their sorrows and their losses
but you have deemed these causes
worthless and broke your promises.

So come join hands and help them
listen to your heart, now is when
push away the learned indifference
actions, not words is what has significance.

Honestly?

No, I don't like you
I don't find it funny when you joke about ****** me or me ****** you.
It's not "cute" when you say "you are mine"

I am MINE.

I'm not interested.
It' uncomfortable when you pretend you'll touch my *******
Or when you say my **** looks nice today

I am not here for you, I'm here for ME

I don't know you that well
So please don't call me "young goddess"
Don't greet me with a full-body glance and just say "beautiful"

I'm not here for your pleasure

Don't get me wrong,
You are very nice
And funny as well
But I have shown zero signs of interest for you act like that
You don't even know how old I am.

Back off, just let me be
"rapeable" is not an adjetive nor a compliment.
Please, just stop, stop hitting on me.

Don't think I never loved you
How could I not?
I loved all of you

But time has this twisted way
Of changing us
And we changed

I couldn't picture my life without you
But it appears to be
That those hearts were not true

And though it hurts,
We can't fix it with the piano
It's not like before, we've grown

I love you,
Your before "you"
I don't know this "you"

It's ok relationships fade with time
And I guess our friendship
was not the "forever type"

I will always be here for you
But I don't want to always be there
Because it is me and it's you, we've changed

I've made new friends
I guess you guys have as well
And I do wish you the best

I take with me the best memories
I hope you do the same
You know, it's always sad when they end...

Friendships

What a day it was.
My sister wasn't there,
My brother locked himself in the car.
I won almost every award.

But it didn't matter
we still went to a coffee shop
not a nice one
I stayed in the car.

About an hour passed,
my eyes clouded by tears
and finally someone comes out
"Should we buy your sister something?"

So when at last I got home
I rested my head in the pillow
and wished for the day to be over.

So I guess not every graduation is great
and not every poem rhymes...