Do we still hate each other after these days?
I still wonder if you were high that day. Then I whispered to myself.
- Why are we doing this?
Broken mugs,
broken glass,
broke your skin,
hurt mine.
And you kept medicines,
you never took one,
I did take some,
you never noticed it.
Some real scars,
that we left on us.
Broken bottle,
rotten food on bags,
still, I'd taken out,
all of that.
And we are still counting,
measuring, who was hurt the most?
just by looking,
at the other one.
"Me encanta que haya crecido ese árbol"
- Decía mientras miraba la ausencia de una pared blanca decolorada ahora opacada por el nuevo árbol.
En mi patio hay 5 gigantes, verdes de diferentes color. Deseados, amados, indeseados, heredados y tercos.
Parecen de diferente rara procedencia y ajenos de donde crecen. Parecía ahora reconocer estos gigantes como la naturaleza de mi estremidades.
No había caído en cuenta antes de ellos hasta que mencionaron uno.
Sí, tal como esa mañana de resaca donde noté mis extrimadades extrañamente grandes. Explore mi rostro ahora con hilos de cabellos, la piel, mi ecuerpo y el hieco de mi cabeza en la almohada.
Había madurado, era un adulto, pero no habia reparado mi cuerpo.
En ese instante me sentí un desconocido en mi cuerpo.
Me incluí en tí, joven,
cuando esto estaba poblado de nosotros.
Tú no eres de aquí, y por tí estoy en tí.
Cazadores iban y venían,
titularon esta tierra con el acto.
Entonces nos visitaban más.
Estamos ahora rodeado de piedras,
es una falsa sensación de accesibilidad.
¿Y para quién?
Nos visita mas el viento que nada.
En esta tierra de cazadores nadie caza.
y yo sigo acá pesándote,
hasta que nos cambien por otra piedra,
por otro acceso,
por una luz,
por un aviso,
por estorbar.
I wish I didn't see your eyebrows arching up that way to the sky that morning.
Seemed like we wouldn't see us again.
I hope I didn't do the same.
I'm hoping you didn't see the same on me;
Fear took place.
Things and time led to the other and it came uninvited.
It came so fast.
I didn't even say good bye.
Is that what you feared?
Lately I feel, or full, should I say,
satiated,
complete.
But I'm not.
I wanted peace, but it's, oh, so quiet.
My heart doesn't move, and keeps a longing.
But longing... how?
if there is nothing to hold on to? or to miss.
My feelings and mind keeps clear,
I don't feel lonely!
But I can't feel which part,
I'm sure I'm missing a part?
Should I try to find it?
Do I know how it looks?
what is it?
I think, I feel, I shouldn't try to pry on it.
I won't come unscathed from that search.
I'm afraid to say or feel,
by the short of what I felt.
My feelings are drawing borders on a night sky,
in which I'd like to fall,
even thought is just a mere sketch of what
my feeling drew.
But still I wouldn't mind
fall on such endless night.
You may be waiting on the dawn,
of the light that makes you see,
feel and breathe.
I wanted to breathe the air,
that you didn't want to keep,
I'd like to breath such air.
Should we take turns?
Would you let me try?
Water your roots,
you'll grow.
I'll water them
should I take them close?
I'd wish I were more proud on how I put words.
'cause I wouldn't try to find other words to express myself.
But I don't know how to talk, and try to talk.
And everything ends in words that we couldn't say.
Not that we couldn't say in speaking matter,
nor we wanted to not express,
we didn't know how to say so the other one could guess us.
Cause talking is constant guessing's
and we were seeing different worlds.
So each words would fall in different places,
and we would arrange different paths that would eventually take us apart.
I truly wish there were words that could take us closer.
But now you are so far!
She used to be my "She",
She didn't belong to me, but it was she,
for me, if any asked, I'd say:
- "It's her"
My she.
But she no longer is.
And I miss how I used to say.
My girl, my good girl,
my lovely girl, my queen,
my empress, my girl.
She never belonged to me,
but she was with me,
and I loved her company.
I'd lie if I say I don't miss her.
I do.
I wish you the best.
I wish I were the best.
How slow is taking the time to pass through,
To know about the last time I’ll hear you close.
I’ve constantly thought if I did my best
And If we’ll be happier from then.
I’ve been missing you days,
Each one are falling like old books full of white pages,
In which we could have filled
Our best and sweetest words.
But we carry different weights, and our baggage were falling
In each others feet, just when we were walking in
Delicate spaces.
They fell so heavy to each other.
And, oh!, we never knew how to pick them properly at the moment
they fell!,
Without hitting ourselves.
Oh dear, I loved you, but following you was like holding
wood
And its chip went easily under my nails.
And I tried to grip them hard,
I would hold them for you, I wouldn't mind.
But you never accepted that they also hurt me.
