KariannUna sola palabra que encierra todo un universo. Una sola palabra que contiene muchísimos significados para nosotros dos. La combinación de tu nombre y el mío; la unión perfecta entre dos partes no iguales… convertidas en uno solo.
Estaba pensando en cuántas personas hay a las que amar. Pero en realidad se debe a que existe una en primer lugar. Una para siempre.
Siempre me he preguntado si el destino es cosa del azar o si su entramado obedece a fuerzas que desconocemos… Sí, la fantasía es tan real como nosotros.
Fragmentos y retazos de sueños. Ideas, deseos, miedos, recuerdos… una historia viva…
… de la forma en que nos habíamos encontrado el uno al otro desde el principio, de la forma en que siempre encontramos el camino de regreso a nuestro universo particular.
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PretendingYou, full and complete you, you have become my strength and my talisman for all times...
You, and again you, you let I wrecked just in you…
You, my madness is you, you tie me to your body and do not let me go...
You, inside me, between every atom, between every cell you live among...
I say all the time: fear not, there are songs that will never know who sings...
Those kisses never know who prints them on your lovely lips...
You nail down your dreamy eyes and tenderly ask me: Are you crying?
No, I answer. Dried my eyes are... to the bottom you can look into them.
If you get lost, breathe me and you will find you.
The truth is that I beg you to remember that this that born in my mouth, this awakening in my eyes, will sleep latency in your soul.
Undoubtedly you will become the most beautiful and sad fisherwoman of Stars.
I'm hiding my will to live, of my desire to live for you.
Maybe I can lose myself in the eyes of the person asking for a miracle, but it is certain that, I want to
Even after existenceI too had a love, it was big, perhaps as much as it is today my pain. I also felt the charm of a scented mouth.
I can’t see you sad, because it kills me ... the essence that was the light of my soul.
Your face full of sorrow ... my sweet love ... Today I missed that nothing that was between you and me, subtle and quiet.
It hurts so much those tears that you pour out... it fills my heart with anguish ... and trying to smile, even with closed eyes, I see you perfectly.
I suffer the unimaginable if you are sad ... and it just seems natural to have your lips against mine, against my face and throat.
I do not want that doubt makes you cry. The notes of the violins impose their pace, our pace, the rhythm of your heart.
We have sworn to love us until death, and if the dead love, after death we can love us even more.
Oh ... Women that walk in front of me and never dedicate their glances at me ... So close to my eyes, so far away from my life...
And she, the special one, always smiling, l
The Family Has Been InformedBullets that are too far away to hear back home
But words that will forever ring just as loud in my ears
Delivered from the lips of a uniformed man
The sympathetic sentence any mother fears to hear
I turn away as if ignoring his presence
Will make this unwanted reality go away
But he repeats that he is sorry for my loss
Those words are the last thing I remember of that day
I find myself looking out of the back yard window
On the swings in the garden I still see my boy play
I am bringing drinks out to him and his brothers
Under the sun, on the grass, on endless summer days
Those memories like photographs in frames on the wall
Now show my son with a wife and child of his own
A husband and father torn from their loving arms
In to the mass grave-in-waiting of a war zone
His old bedroom was already a shrine to him
Even before his blood soaked deep in to the desert sands
We waited for him to return from his first tour
Knowing the boy we’d said goodbye to would come home a man
Love in Her DreamsHe watched her while she slept, drinking in her qualities, like how her mouth was slightly open and she made little noises as she dreamed.
He marveled at the fact that even though she was peaceful in her sleep, the woman she actually was had an unbreakable will. She'd been through so much in her life, and he'd been there every step of the way holding her hand while she held his heart.
He told her he loved her every day without fail, but it was so much more than that. He craved her, thirsted for her. Sometimes his hand felt empty because her fingers weren't linked with his. He always kissed her like he meant it and held her close to his heart, hoping she would never leave him.
She stirred in her sleep and whispered his name from her dreams. He took her hand and settled beside her, closing his eyes and knowing that in a little while, he'd be dreaming of her, too.
Hospital HoursHospital Hours
Some of the beds were big enough for two
Some were merely stretches and you would have to
Sit beside me sometimes in a compelling silence
Only interrupted by the beeps of the IV.
You would hold my hand when the needle broke my skin
Shhh-ing me and bringing with your breath a calm.
I was so terrified of the tiny sharp poke
But you held me steady and I let the nurse strike.
We ordered hospital food served by waiters in a tie
Bringing our vittles under domes of perfect plastic
I had a brownie, you had the short cake
And sometimes the pizza, but mostly the salad.
The nurses knew us by name and made pleasant chit chat
While changing saline bags and pushing drugs into my tubes
You were concerned when the supposed panacea
Left me in the pain we tried so hard to stave away.
How many hours have you sat beside me?
Each minute more a testament to your love.
How many doctors did you berate on my behalf?
Trying only to give me the cure that I deserved.
I felt tremendously
BloodlustIn our private heaven
We satisfy our bloodlust
By breaking each other's skin
With a shinny blade
And tasting the crimson flow
The flow of life
A life of lust and love
The love we feel
For each other
A bloody and guilty love
Of voluntary wounds
And beautiful scars
Our reason to live
Our dirty secret
A secret we both carry
With great pleasure
The only way
We can feel happiness
OrchestraFour a.m is uneasy -
time purloined and left
hanging on the bed posts.
You said I crowd your sleep,
feet and hands slipping cotton,
pulling dreams in paper streams
like the nest of wasps
growing restless in the tree.
Your legs make room for me,
for the sound of weather
happening on the roof,
and warm the space above us,
setting fire to the drapes again.
Just let me feel your clavicle
press under my hips
where daylight squeezes in
and hinges us.
So we both can waken slowly,
you know, like kids in summer
who long for everything to never end
and the sky to be an orchestra
Night thoughtsLying on the floor
Wrapped in darkness
Dreaming about life
About the past
About the future
Thinking about happiness
And about hate
All at once
In the black pit
That is my mind
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
IgnorancePity pity pity flow
I am not the one you know
My disguise will never show
I am where you'll never go
Raised above humanity
Floating in my sanity
Raised above integrity
Valuing my dignity
Shitty shitty shitty tide
Tell me when humanity died
To our ignorance it was tied
Where it drowned in ignorant pride
Forgive Me FatherForgive me father
For I have sinned
Let them down
Let them win....
Forgive me father
For I have sinned
Loved no one
Cared for no other
Forgive me father
For I have sinned
Thought bad of your people
Injustice will towards them
Praise me father
I finally did right
I died in my sleep tonight
Apologized for everything before
But Oh father,
Will you let me through your doors?
It was so suddenIt was so sudden.
It was so fast.
It was so scary.
We were so happy.
It was the best.
But the thunder fell.
And now there’s nothing left.
dearly belovedthese days
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain