Bittersweet

Life’s Color has turn half bittersweet,

because he would rather fall in chocolate,

than fall in love.

And I keep waiting right on the street.

 

Like the trill of a bird it sounds,

whenever he talks.

And under a hidden cloud,

his laughtEr walks.

 

Only to the sky,

his Smile can compare.

And I see just sparks fly,

whenever he stares.

 

It’s easier to recall the periodic table,

than wait for a glance.

Because I can’t find the courage,

to ask him for dinner or to dance.

 

Just look at the ocean to understand,

the hundred drops that are able,

to keep the hArmony,

in this crazy trance.

 

What can I say if you ask me about this?

Just that my life is bittersweet.

Because he would rather drown in chocolate,

than fall in love.

 

And I’ll be here for now,

looking inside those deep, brown eyes.

Noticing that an eagle is passing just in front,

that mahogany sunRise.

 

“As you doze of tonight, I’ll toss and turn. As your sweet dreams take flight, I’ll crash and burn. While you’re heart flutters free, I still can’t breathe. As you stir in your sleep… I hope you think of me.”

-Owl city.

 

 

Trance

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Crazy as it goes

Loving him goes crazy,

for all the times he keeps me guessing.

Don’t know what’s going to happen next.

Uncertainty with all its effects.

 

Wondering where he’s taking me,

I talk as we leave society behind.

Willing to run away,

and now I’m waiting for the following surprise.

 

He paints my world blue and red,

can’t be compared to what I’ve read.

He makes my life give a million turns,

feel how my nerves burn.

 

My partner always leads the way,

and tells me to close my eyes.

He takes my hand and whispers in my ear,

saying that he never uses ties.

 

Suffering a running love,

that keeps me inside of a maze.

And I see the sparkle in his gaze,

when he makes me live my life,

crazy as he is,

crazy as it goes.

 

 

Partner

Timeless harmony

Cause when I’m with him, I’m surrounded by symphonies. When he talks to me, I’m just hearing melodies. And every time his sitting next to me is a sweet violin in my ear. Time starts to run faster, as if he wanted me to let go. I know time is just jealous of me winning the race. I have known people who creates symphony, people who makes music an endless harmony. But since I know him I’ve never need any other sound than his laughter echoing in my mind.

A careless symphony every time he whispers in my ear. A perfect violin talking to me. The drums when he laughs, a trumpet when he cries and a piano when he’s singing. Without any hurry. I just see jealousy in time’s sight because he know he can’t end my constant thoughts, the times I can see his smile in my dreams or the times I play that track in my mind. I know time just wants me to let go but he know I won’t. Because I don’t need any other sound than his voice echoing in my mind. Nor the piano, nor the drums, nor the sweetest guitar on Earth. There’s not an instrument which compares.

All the orchestra playing in his gaze.

Creating  a perfect, maybe careless, timeless harmony.

 

Symphony

A blackout

There, in the middle of the blackout, standing in the lonely and foggy pastures behind the mysterious shack, he could see the skyline. The dark skyline he wasn’t able to understand.

He could see ships, roses and planes. He could see lighthouses working as sentinels and low waves containing high-rise buildings.

The vultures transforming into doves. The fog into a mixture of honey and coffee and darkness into bright headlights.

Stars appeared in a blue sky and the sun lighted up a dark night. The dark skyline transformed in a light pond and mountains arose.

He could see deer standing in front of the headlights and flickering lamps. Crickets turned into violins and thunderheads into thunderstruck.

Fireflies stormed in, creating endless harmony and wild cries transformed into bird trills.

Once again he could smell flower fields and hear children’s joyful laughter.

A blackout stalking his mind in the middle of the foggy night. He returned to his awful thoughts, making happiness seem suffering. Fog in his memories, blurring his mind. He opened them again just to realize the gray environment he was in. One day, dark the night, dark the shack, dark the fire, dark the vultures surrounding the skies. The coldness of the night made him shiver and his fear return. He could still see the smoke downtown and hear the explosions.

A blackout again. He shut his eyes closed and returned to his hideout: right there, in his foggy and lonely pastures. All he did was record again the moments without that thundering, foggy and destructive shadow that people dare to call war.

 

Foggy

Tregua

Imagen 1El día en el que la vida del chico que saca a pasear al terrier cambió, yo recuerdo que el ascensor se detuvo en el séptimo piso y me saludó con una sonrisa. Sostuve el ascensor y esperé a que entrara. El día en que su vida dio un giro inesperado fue en el que bajamos juntos hasta el primer piso y no separamos a la hora de salir del edificio. El día más importante en su vida comenzaba a lloviznar, recuerdo que saqué la sombrilla del bolso. Nos sonreímos a la entrada del conjunto mientras él se ponía la capota de su chaqueta, el cielo era azorado por enormes nubes grises.

Se levantó de su cama y fue al baño a lavarse los dientes, acto seguido fue a la cocina y preparó algo de desayunar, se sentó a comer y leyó el periódico. Se vistió informalmente y salió a pasear a su perro: su chaqueta era negra, su pantalón también, sus zapatos de igual color. El día en que la vida de ese chico que pasea al terrier cambió tenía planeado ir a la escuela después de su caminata diaria junto al perro. El sol salió, la lluvia se acercaba, el terrier salió a correr, sus patas salpicando en los charcos.

Normalmente cruzaba la calle cuando me veía venir del otro lado. Sin embargo, ese día no lo hizo. Nos cruzamos en la acera, su mirada iba gacha, tratando de no encontrarse con la mía. Alcancé a detallar las pecas en su tez pálida. Ese día fue el último que lo vi pasar. Recuerdo bien que él día en que todo cambió el terrier se soltó de la correa, el chico detrás de él. Un error de la naturaleza, un giro que al destino se le escapó de las manos. El día en que todo cambió no pude contener mi grito, aún sin saber su nombre, asustada observando la velocidad de los hechos.

El día en que la vida del chico que sacaba a pasear al terrier todos los días cambió, recuerdo que venía un camión de basura del otro lado de la calle. La correa cedió, mi grito se liberó y no pude moverme de mi lugar en la acera. Mi protagonismo en la escena era poco. El día en que su vida cambió yo estaba ahí, lo recuerdo bien, el terrier salió corriendo pero él no pudo correr más. Ese día le sostuve el ascensor para que saliera a tiempo a sacar a su perro, nos sonreímos antes de salir al edificio y a esa misma hora pasaba un camión de basura del otro lado. El tiempo se detuvo. Los dos nos despertamos ese día y fuimos al baño a lavarnos los dientes. Desayunamos y nos vestimos informalmente. Ese día el ascensor paró en el séptimo piso, lo retuve, él entró con su perro y bajamos al primer piso. La correa se soltó y yo me percaté del camión pero él no me escuchó a tiempo. Algo que el destino olvidó: una tregua planeada para dos.