Sandy

I(L)U

Walk me in the beach

Kissing me underwater
Swallowing the drops and crashing my lips
Breathing again under the rain
Caressing my wet hair,
My hands holding your face
The sand in our feet is finally under and holding us up

You walk my dog at 6 a.m.

Your chalcked look gives me a blink
I look again and its so clear
You will save me from the storm
I've been under the rain with you
And I know it feels like sunshine

Today feels like green

How can I write, think, analyze or create
when my love, heart, soul and breath
are a million miles away


Today, it feels like great lonely green,
one that's released, and has nothing left
to get rid of. Nice feeling, kind of empty tho...

Today

Since is seems like total selfishness is fashion these last days
Today, I just care about myself

I Can't Stop Loving Peanut!

I have Peanut for soft hugs,
but I need you strong hugs too

Fill it

You fill my car with gasoline
I have some left, but my tank is nearly empty
Lately I've used too much and recived too less
Please fill the tank before my car stops

Now replace the words
"gasoline" with "your love" ,
"tank" with "heart"
and
"car" with "love"

It will look something like..

You fill my love with your love
I have some left, but my heart is nearly empty
Lately I've used too much and recived too less
Please fill my heart before my love stops

Tell me

You say I am a dreamer, I just see things in a positive way
I want you to be happy but I don't know how to make you happy
I'm not sure you know what makes you happy
I don't know if I can give you that
If it's my love I'll do my best
I want you to be happy, but I don't want to break in the attempt
I need you to love me to keep going in a sane way
If you love me I have to know, if you don't show me it's worthless
I'm suffering in confusion, I will do anything for you
Please get me out of this caos
Tell me what makes you happy
If it's my love I'll try my best


It would be so nice to have you by my side right now
I miss you

Keys Were Not Made For Nothing

Some are open

Some are closed
Some are locked

But you can always

use keys to open doors

Death Is Not A Probability In My Present Life

If it's more probable than my dead, then it's an open door

Miss You/Me

What are you waiting for?

Don't you miss me at all?

You said you would

I see you don't

Hey baby is this forever?

Are you gonna see me never?

Where's your heart?

I thought it was in the fridge
Maybe it was frozen

Because it's cold

I had to warm it up

But I found nothing else than normal

I went outside to the yard
Maybe it was buried,
Because it's almost dead

I had to take it out

But I found nothing I thought could be your heart

I looked under my bed,
Maybe it was hiding

Because it's afraid of being taken

I had to find it

But I saw toys and nothing more

I went to the garage
Maybe it was in the car waiting to leave,

Because it's not much of a long time lover

I had to stop it

But I saw nothing else than trash

Maybe you don't even have a heart

And as I watched the stars

Laid down in the roof

I felt like one spoke

She told me
That your heart is everywhere
Except not in the right form
It is in the fridge as ice
It is in the yard as stone
It is under my bed as plastic
and in the garage as dust

I Want You Back For Some Seconds

So you won't talk to me

It's not even important

I guess that's what I see

I have to accept the facts

So, when did I get so inseignificant?

Anyway, I didn't even notice

I guess I was dreaming, like I always am

Yes, you think is wrong,

But you can't change me,

Just as I can't change you right?

I have many think to tell you

I'm not so good in talking when I'm in front of you

But I think I have more things to hear

than i have to say,

Maybe EXPECTATIONS got too big

Sometimes they take advantage of my confusion

and drive away real far...

I know they do, however, I'm still waiting

to hear what you have to say

Because I know

you have more than one thing to say

But, how hard's that gonna be?

If you're not even talking to me...

Slipping Away

You're slipping away from my hand

How am I supposed to know if you want me to hold you?

I'm not sure if I'm letting you fall,

or if your pushing yourself out

I'm afraid to know when you're on the floor

It's hard to bend and pick you up

Or even harder,

To take you from someone else's hand

Because someone will catch you,

For sure

Y entonces...

Se rumora que se ama
Se rumora que te quiero
Se rumora que si intento puedo amarte mas que ayer
Se rumora que me quieres
Se rumora que no quieres, pero es que tienes miedo, pero no sabes porque
¿Qué pasa si tú lo intentas?
¿Qué pasa si me convences?
¿Qué pasa si haces cuentas y decides arriesgar?
¿Qué es eso que tú tienes?
¿Qué es lo que tanto temes?
¿Qué cosa vale la pena para no intentarlo ya?
¿Cómo puedo hacer que trates?
¿Cómo puedo hacer que entiendas?
¿Cómo puedo hacerte verlo si tus ojos no has de abrir?
Me pregunto que es que pierdes
Me pregunto si tú sabes
Me pregunto si te importa más de lo que dejas ver

Me pregunto si te preguntas lo que yo no dejo de hacer

Reflexión

Cuando no lo tienes piensas que te salvará, pasa el tiempo y no lo consigues, seguramente porque quieres que sea perfecto, después de todo, es tu única esperanza para salir de aquel lugar en el que estas perdida y llevas perdida tantos años. La razón de tu perdición es una larga historia, por eso, la cura también será un largo tratamiento. Conforme pasa el tiempo y no encuentras aquello que tanto anhelas, te tomas espacios para mirar a tu alrededor y confirmar que estás a la misma altura que siempre, en aquel pozo en el que estás. Así es como te das cuenta que el hoyo se hace cada ves mas profundo y con él, tu localización. Te sientes muy impotente porque no sabes la razón, ni siquiera sabes a donde se va toda esa tierra que desaparece para dar lugar a un espacio más de aire. Entonces vuelves tu mirada al cielo y continuas buscando, esperando aquello que te sacará y que quieres que sea perfecto, sí, perfecto. Conforme para el tiempo y no encuentras lo que tanto esperas, te tomas el tiempo para analizar porque es que quieres que sea perfecto. Seguramente porque la llegada al lugar en el que estas te lastimo suficiente y no tienes, o no consideras que tienes, las fuerzas suficientes para volver a caer, si aquello que buscas no te logra sacar por completo y poner en un suelo firme. El poso es hondo, pero aquel sueño que esperas, lo puede todo para ti. Después de esperar con paciencia, emoción y anhelo llegará aquello que esperas. Es lo más parecido al estereotipo que has creado, sin embargo el miedo que tu mente ha creado te mantiene alerta y al mismo tiempo desconfiada. Aquello que ha llegado parece poder salvarte, pero tu desconfianza no lo permitirá. Te preguntas porque. En aquella meditación descubres que “perfecto” es una manera de decir “nadie” dado a que nadie es perfecto según sabe la sociedad. Y en ese idioma, tu mente soñadora no quiere reconocer que estas hecha para quedarte con “nadie” si no, para buscar a aquel ser “perfecto”.

Stop Right There

Suddenly You Discover It Was Your Own Hand The One Pulling Away