(when leaving is arriving)
Above the mountains
the geese turn into
the light again
Painting their
black silhouettes
on an open sky.
Sometimes everything
has to be
inscribed across
the heavens
so you can find
the one line
already written
inside you.
Sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find that
first, bright
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.
Sometimes with
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire
has gone out
someone has written
something new
in the ashes of your life.
You are not leaving.
Even as the light fades quickly now,
you are arriving.
dos, amigos
siempre, la distancia,
a veces cerca, en secreto
al mundo, a ellos
en silencio,
solo el sentimiento, une
las palabras distancian,
quizás un dia,
la mirada, los ojos
valentia o cobardia
se desaten y vean.
tu mano, en la mia.
te leo, te siento,
la sangre se transforma
sobredosis de sentires
……
de amor y de locura
de tocarte sin tenerte
embriaguez de palabras, tuyas y mías
……
tu busco , te vas
te animas, te escondes
me descubres inédita
……
del desvelo de mis sábanas
me despierto cansada
borracha de tus palabras
……
aun te siento,
aunque sola, sin ti,
te llevo hoy conmigo
en tu invento de mí
There were so many things unsaid
and undone between us.
Why?
Why is there always that feeling
That I missed something
A move, a glance, a kiss, a chance.
Why do I keep sinking in this sad vacuum?
Why is it that there is this time of the year that
I become a tear, and feel ok about it.
Is there any chance I’ll walk away from it?
Why am I always waiting
for this ghost to appear?
What is he trying to say?
What am I trying to listen?
Silence/breath/whisper and silence
no claim
word
by
word,
they fall apart
into the Dionysus’s magma again.
Silence/breath/whisper and silence
My soul becomes lonely again,
no word stands by me.
(wrote this ages ago.. not my favourite at all, specially one part i dislike… a lot! but hey! this is what its all about.. about dis-covering)
There is nothing left for me to share with you.. all my pain is in vain.. all my feelings have been stolen.. once more.. again…
No matter how much time passes.. no matter how far I travel.. my right to love you has been stolen..
Hope used to be my enemy… friendly only from times to time.. but now… even my right to hope has been taken …
I have no option, but to forgive and forget… once more… again…
Quote: “we have forgiven when we can remember with no pain”
Song: “This Low” by Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova
Things I never told you 