-¿¿Poetry every rainy day you need it

Even when you can't write more

Take me

And full me of love

¡Remeber

Who love you will never break you in pieces.

"La elegancia y el estilo no tienen nada que ver con el dinero".- Carolina Herrera.

martes, 29 de septiembre de 2015

En un intento de respirar continuo
me atraganto con las almas
que andan por mi alrededor vagando
ya que no solo no ven y se chocan
si no que no es porque no tengan ojos
y manos que sentir
es por su ignorancia los atrapa
y ellos se dejan atrapar.

Más no es menos culpa de ellos
que de este fantasma que nos atrapa
a los que nos dejamos atrapar.

lunes, 28 de septiembre de 2015

Collecting the names of the lovers that went wrong


I tried to work hard one time,
I failed.

I thought I didn't deserve nothing much
than a hug,

But,
I looked at my inside
trying to find what I did wrong
but then I knew
I didn't failed
I just start to win.

Why spinning out of what we are,
running and wanting run faster
when what only we would want
is being happier than we are
more lovely than we are
just being what we really are.

I may not truly love you

I will remember it with tears on my dreams
with birds running thorough what I lost
and souls becoming brains.

I will, I will not love you until the word ends
just because people don't deserve me
and the love I gave,
the time I really waste thinking of you,
of us.

I may, I may not truly love you.



domingo, 27 de septiembre de 2015

cuantas veces me sentí un loco pero me encontré contigo


"Que si las cosas van mal, luchemos para cambiar"

Persuade your dream
Have you heard me?


I'm not forever missing you
No, excuse me
I am not.

Ready to do what you love?
It doesn't matter
all the fucking times
you do it wrong

Ready?
You must dream
close your eyes,
imagine

Come on

We are the reckless
We are nobody dreaming
and becoming their dreams true.

We are the ones who fight for our future.

Pride come to us
but never be ready to be shown
between us to be together,
we just pray god
and look at angels
wandering in the sky
wondering what should
be us.


Never was what I thought It would be
but things change when sallow disappear
and the pleasure of the new beginning
began to begin to be pleasure.

Never even when I was in your arms
thinking, dreaming
being happy
I never thought in endings.
I didn't belive
I didn't ever imagine
what could be without you.

But,
but now
I don't imagine what things
would be with you.

Podría ser que nunca me enamoraste del todo
por que llegó el día de olvidarte
y las cosas no se olvidan sin más

dejé de soñarte, sí,
me forcé ha hacerlo por todo lo alto
me escapé de tu mundo para formar el mío
a tus espaldas
para que fuera intocable
a veces te añoro
pero a veces me orgullezco
de haberme escapado de ti.

viernes, 25 de septiembre de 2015

There could be some reason
I still loving you
until the moon and back
until nobody dies
until the last minute would came.

There could be some reason,
I still bleeding 'cause you

Ç

Someone called to heaven
and nobody came back
from whatever they hide.

Somebody would be proud
of me when I look at you
with sallow in my eyes
if I only didn't tell you
how much I loved you.

Some, Some people
will look at me
and don't like me
since they saw me.

However,
I started don't caring about
what they care
about what they like
about what they want to change of me
about what they fucking think.

Someone will love me,
even more than I love myself.
And this, It's difficult
but,
there will be someone.

They said

"It doesn't matter"
they said
but it hurts,
in the heart when nobody can see it

but,
"all people are individuals"
they said
but it still hurting
in the mind of these who don't care
on whatever people said
and criticize
but,
they said
"but"
all excuses
and nobody cares
about you.


´

No era más que promesas,
mas que razones por las que vernos
que se llevaron a una ruina incomprendida
por millones de años luz que no se cumplieron,
quiero decir
por millones de momentos en los que me imaginé
a tu lado
y
nunca
se cumplieron.

.

Paré de respirar, no se por cuantos momentos. Pero lo hice. Se paró el mundo ante mi.
Nunca pensé estar diciendo esto, nunca creí a esos estúpidos pesimistas hasta que me vi culpándome por convertirme en uno de ellos. ¿Qué esta pasando? ¿Por qué se hace tan duro? Soy como una pieza que cayó de otro lugar comprendido. Siempre los culpaba por decirme que lo pasaría mal, pero no era como ellos decían. Se hace duro tener que aguantarte las palabras en la boca, no poder soltarlas cuando te apetezcan, pero lo que mas duele es saber que eres débil aunque intentes permanecer fuerte.