Some of us want to flow,
like water,
on a quiet afternoon, at midday.

But we forget
that in the river,
there are rushing rapids and gentle pools.
Sweet curves,
flat bends,
with unexpected obstacles
that stir up small turbulences,
yet it kisses every stone.

It has no control,
no expectations,
it just flows, with the moon as its witness.

It lingers in whirlpools,
some evenings,
only to find its course again by morning.

It flows, leaving behind romances,
mountains, and beautiful memories.

The river flows with purpose,
caressing its shores.

The river flows without expecting anything,
giving the best of itself.

It is energy,
it is life,
it is like life itself,
in its most tender and serene form.

Sweet spring,
the universe’s new year.

Flowers bloom slowly,
like my eyes opening in a kiss.

The days turn warm,
like the embrace of a long-awaited reunion.

Birds sing with joy,
just like I do when I see you again.

The sun shines brilliantly,
like the sparkle in your eyes.

Like your smile,
when you look at me.

Butterflies take flight,
from my stomach to my heart.

"In time, the soul will understand that it was always right."

A gray day
My body, a window, the tangerine trees, and the sea
A blanket over my back
A woman on my phone—not answering.

A taste in my mouth,
Sweet.
Maybe plums, maybe almonds,
Or maybe just loneliness.

A calm gaze,
A restless mind,
And deep down, peace.

The peace of freedom,
Of wanting, of loving.
But not at anyone else’s expense.

"Money can buy love, friendship, and even self-esteem, but none of it is real."

Two souls,
one fate.

Loving each other,
like no one ever has.

Loving so intensely,
only to break apart.

Until they realized,
they weren’t meant to be.

They understood,
they were just the path.

The path to something greater.

They made a promise—
not in this life,
but in the next,
they wouldn’t let anything tear them apart.

The next life
would be their second chance,
where love would finally win.

This time,
it just wasn’t enough.

Darling,
I toss this coin
into the fountain of that place
I long to return to.

It all began
in a café,
with that conversation.

Theory and spirituality,
reflections on life.

Good thoughts,
good feelings.

At a gathering of friends,
that afternoon by the beach,
I felt
you were calling me.

Suddenly,
a signal in my mind,
an alarm.

Like the feeling of being watched,
but this time...
I knew someone was thinking of me.

A kind of telepathy,
a silent pull on my soul.

An ethereal presence,
a connection intertwined.

A whisper in my mind,
saying look at me.

A cry in my mind,
telling me you were there.

"Being mindful of other people's feelings is really important."

Never turned
into "one day."

No one became
someone.

"Maybe" faded,
transforming
into reality.

"Never" never ceased to be,
it became
a possibility.

And "none"
vanished into the air
when the right one arrived.

"When someone suffers a physical wound,
we care for them with love and support,
respecting their healing without overstepping.
Why not do the same for the wounds of the soul?"

I feel trapped in this cage,
bound, hands and feet.

I want to send you a message,
but I must respect your space,
as I respect my own.

The minutes stretch long,
too long,
yet they teach me
to love with patience.

Love is freedom,
and time, just an illusion.

I can’t control your choice,
but love must flow.

I don’t write to you,
but my love keeps shining.

"Expectations are like salt—
a little enhances the flavor,
too much ruins everything."

I need you to help me
answer the questions.

I need you to help me
take off my masks.

I need to see
the roles I am playing.

I need to hear
the lies I’ve been believing.

I need to feel
what I’ve been avoiding.

I need you to help me
become
who I am meant to be.

Please,
tell me the story
I’ve been telling myself.

Please,
my higher self,

show me where
I am hurting myself.

Show me where
I am neglecting myself.

Please,
my higher self,
speak to me.

Tell me with love.
Tell me with kindness.

The essence of crystal
is not fragility.

It is delicate,
transparent.

Elegant,
subtle.

Brilliant,
luxurious.

­Our soul is crystal.

One day they told me I couldn’t,
that writing wasn’t for me,
that poetry was something strange.

I listened to that soul,
that noble soul,
because I admired them
more than my younger self.

Today, I write with feeling,
with my heart in my hand,
seeking answers.

I do it to heal you,
so I can heal myself.

I criticize society,
stereotypes,
and structures that define us.

Poetry came that afternoon
when I described the sweet face
of that young girl.

Poetry came
when that relationship ended.
After giving everything
and having nothing left,
I said, “I just wanted you to love me.”

I would tell you I write poetry,
but they are spells
for the soul.

They impose fears on us
that are not our own.

Where you see darkness,
where you see shadows,
that is where you must go,
and there you will find yourself.

Be strong,
keep going,
not everyone wants to see you shine.

You are great,
you are immense.

Release your light,
illuminate yourself, and illuminate the world.

"The clouds will try to cover your shine, but the moon always glows."

I wrote to you to speak,
I don’t know if out of love,
or so you would reject me.

I wrote to you with love,
but in a negative way,
inviting disaster.

A disaster that would hurt me,
that would punish me.

Because she didn’t love me,
because she didn’t know how to love me.

I felt alone,
but I also didn’t let
anyone accompany me.

It seems I hurt myself,
because I was the first
to reject myself.

A wound marks me,
from a distant time,
which over time
had only been reaffirmed.

I did something foolish,
to harm myself,
and guilt placed me in your hands.

I did something foolish,
I invalidated myself,
so that you could love me.

I did something foolish,
a kind of
self-sabotage.

I did something foolish,
as if handing you the power
to hurt me.
Without response,
without defense,
hoping to wake up.

I sacrificed myself for your validation,
giving you everything,
without ever finding you.

Since I didn’t see
what I was hoping for,
I gave even more.

I repeated the cycle
so many times, to extremes,
affecting your interest
and causing emotional exhaustion.

Creating dependence
on your love,
as if mine didn’t matter.

I surely criticized myself,
surely devalued myself,
surely waited for you to leave
to release this burden.

I let you dominate me,
I didn’t say what hurt me,
so you wouldn’t leave for another.

I accepted unfair conditions,
prioritizing your desires,
never seeing my own,
accumulating resentment.

I no longer knew who I was,
I lost everything of myself,
I didn’t love myself,
nor could I be loved.

I didn’t allow myself to move forward,
I didn’t allow myself to love you,
this fear running through my veins
didn’t allow me to find you.

I will no longer open my heart to anyone,
I stop searching for you,
I don’t want to hurt myself again.

Deep inside my heart,
I knew this wound
could be healed.

It is just a small wound,
one for which I am responsible.

My great love, I will find you,
my favorite girl,
when I finally learn to love myself.

My great love, I will find you,
to play like children,
to have a healthy love.

"What's the price of heartbreak,
with all that I've lost,
and all I have yet to gain?"

Thank you for making miracles
with just a few coins.

Thank you for showing us
the best image
of our father.

Thank you for showing us
what love
can create.

Thank you for dimming your own light
so that we
could shine brighter.

Thank you for every hidden tear,
so we wouldn’t feel sorrow.

Thank you for every silenced scream.

Thank you for all your care.

Thank you for every sacrifice
for our well-being.

Thank you, life,
for letting me count on you.

"Each poem is a piece of manifestation writing."

To be able to be surrounded by people,
and still feel alone.
To be able to love with our soul,
and not feel loved.
To be able to own all the gold,
and still feel empty.
To be able to have nothing,
and yet be the richest,
because we have the warmth
of those we love.

We are all the villains,
of a poorly told story.

According to them:
The revolver sleeps,
with me under the pillow.

Nightmares,
dream of me.

I feed soup,
to the Boogeyman (and he doesn’t complain that it’s cold).

The ghost in my room,
leaves the light on (and asks to switch rooms).

I ended the war,
without firing a single bullet...
because the tanks surrendered via WhatsApp.

The devil,
offers me his soul.

The Grinch,
leaves me presents,
with the receipt for exchange.

The Bogeyman,
asks me for love advice.

I follow,
my own shadow.

Death,
asks me not to seek her.

And the end of the world,
says,
"See you later."

Many times,
I cannot breathe.

Many times,
I lose my breath,

That blow to my chest.

I need a dark room,
to be able to scream.

My mind
always sees tragedy.

Only thoughts,
without owners.

My hands sweat.
A sense of panic,
burning my soul.

Many times,
I leave things unfinished.

Many times,
I see walls
before my future.

I see chaos and catastrophe.

You are my dark side,
you are my ordeal.

You are an emotion,
that lasts two seconds.
You will not control my life.

I just need...
to breathe.
I will not die.

I just need...
to breathe.
I have not lost my mind.

I just need...
to breathe.
I just need...
to breathe.

I ask,
Why me?

When I see the old man,
sitting by my side.

An old man with a notebook,
listening to my monologue.

Saying,
that I am the one who's wrong,
for complaining about life.

But he doesn’t know
what it means to live in my skin,
to be the echo of a scream
no one wants to hear.

And I care,
because I’ve always
been the one who's wrong.

"If I die, I want to be a poet, not a soldier."

"Who said it was a sin to love too much?"

I have a remedy,
an infusion,
a passion.

It will ease what troubles you—
your worries,
your pains.

Follow the advice
you’d give a friend.
You might stumble,
but you’ll feel whole again.

Feel with your soul,
think like a genius.

And above all,
hold on to your values,
never stop being you.

"I have left you in peace,
not because I didn't love you,
but because you weren't the best for me.
Love can't conquer all,
but mine does—for me."

Sleep, sleep, my love,
everything's alright, I'm here with you.

Rest,
rest now.

Snuggle close to me,
I will be the one
to take care of you.

Let that mind slow down,
let the thoughts fade,
wrap yourself in calm.

Fall into my arms,
I'll hold you tight,
and give you gentle caresses,
like mom and dad.

I'll whisper that story,
filled with hope and love,
of our future.

Sleep, sleep, my love,
everything's alright, I'm here with you.

Relax your body,
relax your soul,
and let your spirit rest.

Fall into the deepest
of dreams,
tomorrow will be
a beautiful day.

With butterflies,
flowers, and meadows.

The sun will rise again,
and life will smile once more.

Sleep, sleep, my love,
everything's alright, I'm here with you.

You are my weapon,
my avenger,
the one I unleash
on anyone, anywhere.

Anyone guilty
of my lack of effort,
my frustration,
or of not being kind.

I fire you
for the things I lose
or the ones I fail to overcome.

I keep you tied to my waist,
always loaded,
but never well secured.

I **** you,
like a revolver in my hand,
and pull the trigger
with reckless passion.

Me llamo Andres,
pero me nombran salvador.

Extraños y amigos,
buenos y heridos,
a todos ayudo en mi camino.

Si te sientes solo,
te invito a mi grupo de amigos.

Cargo con los problemas,
que no son míos.

pongo el hombro,
a quien me lo pide

Si no tienes que comer,
yo te cocino.

El problema es,
que no me lo piden.

El problema es,
que lo hago,
por no ser invisible.

Firma: Salvador

"The way you think, you feel.
The way you feel, you vibrate.
The way you vibrate, you attract.
The way you attract, you act.
And the way you act, you create."

From a bench in the park,
I saw myself walking.

And I thought,
he looks good,
he works, he writes,
he does what he loves,
he has something to offer.

What I offer has value,
I have value.

Every morning when I wake up,
I tell myself how much I love myself.

I look in the mirror,
and say:
How beautiful!

I listen to myself
when I have a problem.

I prepare a delicious breakfast,
after work,
in the evenings, I train.

I take care of my friendships
and also my nutrition.

I take care of my appearance
and my thoughts.

I caress myself,
I give myself gifts,
and words of encouragement.

"Every gesture I give myself
is a hug to my soul,
and to my inner child.
I take care of myself, I love myself."

10 days,
and 20 nights.

Sleeping,
but never resting.

I close my eyes,
tell my mind,
"You must stop!".

Silence arrives,
the calm before the disaster.

What will happen tomorrow?
And your love?
The payment?
The salary?

I want my body
to melt into the sheets,
to receive an embrace from the bed.

For the pillow
to absorb my thoughts.

For my soul to leave,
and return with the dawn.

I want to sleep,
so that in the morning I wake up,
as if yesterday
had never existed.

"Today I woke up like every morning,
the sea sounds angry at my window,
today I woke up longing to be loved.
But the wind only whispers emptiness,
and the waves embrace me with their cold.
Is love just a lost echo,
or a ship that has never sailed?"

Every time you choose to eat poorly,
remember that it's you who is watching.

Every time you smoke another cigarette,
it's you who is watching.

Every extra glass of alcohol,
it's you who is watching.

Every time you play with someone's feelings,
remember how you felt when they did it to you.

Every time you don’t want to go to the gym,
it's you who is watching.

Every time you break your word,
it's you who is watching.

Think of all the times you've been let down,
you don’t want to let yourself down.

If you’re not enough for yourself,
your wife is watching,
your daughter is watching,
your future is watching.

Always forward,
you can achieve it.

Romance it was,
when I thought
that in this country
I would feel at home.

When I boarded that plane,
headed for the future.
A promising future,
full of trials
and many successes.

I crossed borders,
both physical and emotional.

I never thought my life
would fit into a suitcase.

In my suitcase,
only a few clothes,
but filled with everything
that pushed me forward.

The rest was in my mind:
the embrace of my mother and father.
Will this be the last time I see them?

Longing and nostalgia,
a feeling in my chest.

I don’t know if it’s sadness or love,
pride for doing
what many cannot,
and yet, I dare.

Now I find myself here,
I am the different one,
the one who speaks with an accent.

Strong in life,
wondering what I’m doing here,
searching for my path.

Not for an earthly purpose,
but because the universe
needs me here.

It seems like a terrestrial journey,
but it is an astral journey
to another reality.

Many times I cry,
other times I comfort myself.
I am no longer from here,
but neither from there.

When I say,
"I am from the world,"
I find myself.

I don’t wish to close my eyes
while you sleep.

I don’t wish for time to slip away
while you smile.

I wish to fall asleep by your side
if one day it rains.

I love your white essence,
and also your dark one.

I love when you give yourself in parts,
and also when you give yourself completely.

I love your tenderness,
and also your hardness.

A tiny body,
but a soul of greatness.

A dark past,
but a radiant present.

A deep toughness,
but an incomparable kindness.

A little shy,
but of immeasurable courage.

I walk through life,
sighing.

I am with you,
I sigh.

I eat and sigh.

Releasing energies,
held-back emotions,
frustration or longing.

Could it be that you valued me in every moment,
and in bed, you desired me?

Could it be that you listened to me,
without judging?

Could it be that you inspired me,
without challenging me?

Could it be that I was drawn to your being,
to your values?

Could it be that you respected
and loved my darkness?
Could it be that you gave me peace,
or could it be that I have fallen in love?

All afternoon thinking,
my head keeps spinning.

Evaluating one,
and another option.

Just to answer that question,
What do you want with me?

I have no label in the earthly,
no explanation
from beyond.

I want to cover the wounds
of the heart with gold.

Like kintsugi,
turning scars into beauty.

I want to hold you,
whenever you need it.

I want to be the refuge
from adversities.

I want to be the outline
of your emotions.

I want to love you,
and be loved.

I want to set standards for you,
and accept no less in return.

Yet, you are setting them for me too,
and I cannot receive less
than what you give of yourself.

It will be hard to cover with another nail,
the mark you are leaving.

Aca sentado en la mesa,
de nuestra vida,
de nuestro hogar.

Solo somos tu y yo,
para decir lo que sentimos,
para mejorar.

Quiero que escuches,
lo que hablo,
sin juzgar.

Quiero que veas mis problemas,
sin opiniones,
sin intentar solucionar.

Quiero que veas mis problemas,
motivándome,
sin empujarme solucionar.

Deseo que confíes en mi,
sin ponerme carga,
sin exigir.

Deseo que me ayudes,
sin intentar decidir por mi.

Deseo que me cuides,
que me protejas,
sin anularme.

Deseo que me mires,
sin proyecciones,
sin miedos.

Deseo que me ames,
sin asfixiarme,
sin atarme.

Quiero que me protejas,
sin mentiras,
solo de corazón.

Quiero que me sostengas,
no por posesión,
sin hacerte cargo de mi.

Deseo que camines a mi lado,
sin invadirme,
sin controlarme.

Deseo que me acepte,
cada parte oscura de mi,
sin intentar cambiarla.

Quiero que veamos nuestros problemas,
con empatía,
con solidaridad.

Quiero que después de cada guerra,
no exista el enojo,
y reine la paz.

Deseo que me diga cada cosa que sientas,
y que disgustan.

Quiero que sepas,
que todo lo que te estoy pidiendo,
te lo puedo dar.

Deseo que sepas que podes contar conmigo.