Mira

Recuerdas los días oscuros? Los días en los que incesantemente rompías tu propio corazón, una y otra vez? Recuerdas como tuviste que dejar la poesía a un lado durante un tiempo porque las metáforas se apropiaron de tu realidad? Cargabas un ladrillo en el pecho y costaba trabajo respirar. Hasta las catarinas eran capaces de generar en ti un aguacero y te carcomía algo desde tu centro. Los días en los que tus raíces se desprendieron y tu sangre hervia. La incineración duele, y el renacimiento también. Pero mírate ahora, con tus ojos deslumbrantes y tu sonrisa guerrera, y tu mente, mas fuerte que nunca. Mira como brillas, después de la tormenta. Mira como pulsas. Mira como flotas. Mira, mira, mírate.

Some nights I wonder
how much of me
you gave to her.

The hardest thing

One of the hardest things 
you will ever have to do, my dear 
is grieve the loss of a person 
who is still alive.

Life after Death

You left

and I died, 

but at least
now I realise
that there is indeed
life
after
death.

Wild horses

I'm a dreamer,

but it's hard to sleep when your head's not in it. 

I've been restless cause you disappeared and that's all that's missing. 

The Earth is loose under my shoes. 

There's an angel and he's shaped like you, and I thought I knew him.
There's a window and it's dark inside, but the light was in it. 

This can't be love if it hurts so much, 

I need to let go

I will survive and be the one who's stronger, 

I will not beg you to stay.
I will move on and you should know I mean it, 

wild horses run in me.

I remember how we danced so close, I would stand on your feet.

And the phone calls that would last all night, 

they were lifeboats to me.

Our fading scars just shooting stars,

they're here, 

then go.

Our human hearts forget how strong they are and they get lost along the way, 

hey it's not giving up, 

it's letting go,
and moving to a better place.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tCP6sXi33JE&index=16&list=PLVvI_2e6BLlhIqVL4NLUajs9X9WszX7o2

Tormenta

Recuerdo aquella vez en la que prometimos
que la próxima vez que hubiera una tormenta,
haríamos el amor.

Anoche,
El cielo se derrumbaba,
y por primera vez,
no pensé en ti.

On joy and sorrow

"When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight." 

Khalil Gibran