Categoría: To beloved ones

Thousand, hundred, maybe tens.I don’t know,I lost count.Tiny, sandy, sharpy.Is the sand under my feet wet at day?Or is it sinking my own weight?Not realizing when…Ah ah ah ah…Cold and wet.But I’m already…I’ve already got my feet in it.Am I further in?Or back to the untouched side?

I wrote.You answered.Simple, not pretense.It’s nothing I think.Expectation….

You promised to write back in February…March came.All right.How much should wait a gal?It was April when you wrote again.First time you ask for time…Ten years for middle aged,Too long a span.So you didn’t like me voicing out it tough?Not sorry.I can wait two months max.(Aren’t investors the same,Expenditure uh?)You’re not in an odissey to…

In a somber fade, for what’s rotten in the mind’s eye.Add a piggy hue for what’s tender underneath. Paint it a bit red for blood to boil and devour.Give me blue for new to come and green in old, since your world was without.

Con las costras que dejó el estio,En esta piel seca que ya añoraba el viento.Sedienta de besos.

I want to tap your shoulder with my head and hide my eyes under your breath.I want to see your heart besides my nose and place my hand in that smell of yours.I want to turn you inside out and read my luck in your stars.I want to dream my way out from your arms…

Oh, they’re gone.Time wasted,Time left,None around.A lonely tree waiting for rain.

Around they say: Get a man, Get a sir, Get a night of one sky. I myself ain’t light, Neither star nor moon. Mostly a moth, Dazzled by the dream of life. Unbeloved to anyone. Still my own house. Composing a song I’ll sing alone. I can’t help it. I can’t get charmed by promises…