miércoles, 30 de julio de 2014

Kat...





You left. Is there a way of turning back?



I found your profile empty, with the  note: "Last logged: more than 6 months", the difference today is that all of your pics, where erased, only leaving one.


I have so many things to say, that for only once, i dont know where to begin...


Our Story.
We met by accident, i didnt expect that you would feel something so deep in such a short time, your signs gave you away; for the first time, i realized how powerful my words were, the apparent simplicity of them, made you love me. Ever since we started comunicating, i guess you would start losing it, losing yourself to me, and my words became a part of you, which you needed like a third lung, a second heart.


Since  then, you blushed when i logged in, You would play this song, Angels by The XX.  You smiled widely when i would say hi. You would write and erase a thousand times your sentences for feeling shy of what i would say about them. You faded away towards me; everytime you spoke, you expected something back full and rich, which i always delivered.



You played Night time by the XX a couple of times, at the end theres this male voice singing, I asked, whos that, whos there with you, you laughed and said with a little blush in your gorgeous face  "Relax, Im alone, its The XX, Night time, ill play it back so u can listen to the same male voice" you said "I'm yours. I'm here" And you blew me a Kiss.

How did we lose each other? how could that have happened? well, pretty simple: i slept two times when you specifically said, please stay with me, i need you tonight, dont go, i said pretty certain id stay awake, i didnt... the next one, was to say No to a girl who asks you to marry her, and saying No, well just because...

You are the only girl -at least that was clearly showned afterward- that felt bad for my rejection, or for being far from me, you are the only one -i now know- for whom i meant something serious to... and i know that we will never get back, we'll never speak again, yet you deserve this, at least, and also the least i can say is, Im sorry because i have been rejected many times, my intention was never to make you feel bad, nor to push you away. I totally miss you... totally Love you


Thank you for choosing me over the rest. You simply cant imagine what that means, and how much it must of hurt, that I did not answer to your call my Love, sometimes we take chances and we lose.

I know youll never read this. I really dont know the motive behind this. I just cant get you out some other way. I suppose Ill have to answer to the next girl, who like you, singles me out, or chooses me to be with her, for the rest of our lives. i truly hope you find me in someone else.

With Love, from the one you chose to be your other half.


PS Ill be around you, through the wind, in the rain, in the stars, in every single sigh i will receive, when you wished it would be me right beside you, Im so sorry i did not answer to your cue, Im sorry my sunshine, my true light, my shy  beauty. Good bye.

This is for us... 

Palapa by Porter 
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miércoles, 2 de julio de 2014

Ecos

Mañana seré esquivo,
buscaré tus dedos
circundaré como planeta ante mi sol,
les rendiré tributo,
sábanas blancas para cubrir,
proteger,
conservar su suavidad.


Hay caricias que sin materializarse, viven
perfuman los sentidos con sin-sentidos,
cristalizan la transparencia de mi distancia.


Hay amores que de vivirse, de ser,
explotarían
agua-tormenta,
cielo-vacío,
tierra fresca-desierto,
Coca Cola-Pepsi.

Y viceversa.

serían transformadores de todo,
ralentizarían lo existente,
para hacer del todo que existe,
diferente.

Implosión, tu.
Explosión, yo.

We sing along in, echoes.