No sense

It doesn't make any sense, we are thousands of miles away
It doesn't make any sense, two weeks are nothing, specially one that pushed everything to oblivion
It doesn't make any sense, none of us is a saint, none of us is acting correctly
It doesn't make any sense, seeing you seems to escape more and more into an uncertain future
It doesn't make any sense, your heart apparently have forgotten
It doesn't make any sense, sometimes i think you're cold
It doesn't make any sense, i am sure i am
it doesn't make any sense, we are so different and so similar at the same time
It doesn't make any sense to love you

.... But that's life, Hope, love don't have any sense

I always thought Love was something given without any constraint, any fight or any regret, like God's power rising from the mountain and starring all eyes. The glory of a moment and the illusion passing by the small void. I do not know the future, nor the screams for the past burn me anymore, every dream found its satisfaction, its decay, memories still remain untouched and  peace  seems to settle down even in love's absence. Is it too hard to stop for a second and wish a new year of happiness?, happiness, the blind human dream, the sacred gift, the damn illusion, instructed as a pleasure, taught as a path, by experience forced into damnation.

I've seen my heart, struggling against my soul, wondering which one carry the darkness, if it's coming from my father or my brother. I've found satisfaction in many things, the kindness of helping a stranger, the pleasure of at most twice individual experience, the glory of ambition. Had my doubts of your oblivion, but the day of the war showed its truth, truly forgot everything, i stand the same, silenced conscience, untouched love, love for a stranger, once the one.

I extend you my courtesy, they will remain on your side, protecting the house of everyone you love, even the ones that set me appart from you, you included, and the house of the small creatures which once, we share deeply love. God is the truth, and for the ones rising through lies and darkness, the respect is extended to the only one who all belong, wish you the best, peace in your hearth and love in your life. As a totally opposite gift in this date so close to my birth.

Recordé el futuro

Hoy recordé el pasado, el presente y el futuro. Recordé lo sexy de tu mirada y tus bellos grandes ojos café, la primera vez que los vi iluminar esa fila. Recordé el movimiento de tu cabello y el tiempo congelado, recordé lo mucho que pensé en cámara lenta, como nunca antes, como nunca aun.

Hoy recordé el sábado, esa escalera, esa blusa rosada, esa hora de la mañana, tu cabello corto y esa inusual clase. Recordé lo seductora y tierna que puedes ser, tus gestos y tus labios, tu suave cabello y tu espera fuera del salón de clase.

Recordé  que tomaras mi mano siendo aun extraña, recuerdo aprender a dibujar patos. Recordé dos abrazos, el dia de tu genero y un dia común de clase. Recordé la música y la tv. Las comparaciones del enamorado. Recordé el video. Recordé la imprudencia y la sorpresa. Los ojos cerrados sobre el hombro en la foto. Recordé los momentos mágicos, la tela blanca, la foto impresa y el pequeño boleto, el canto no coordinado y tu piel morenita.

Recordé tu mirada en el espejo, recuerdo decirlo, decirlo, no quiero nada mas, nada, esto es lo que quiero.

Por lo que recuerdo del pasado, sin perdones o rencores y solo de nuevo con la sorpresa, recuerdo el futuro con nostalgia y le pido a Dios de todo corazón que el tiempo se detenga de nuevo al verte.