Pretty people

fucked

I recognize,
that he could enter
And demolish everything

He could arrive,
and make the life that I had created,
disappear completely.
He has this gift, this power,
Like a witch from the seventh floor
He'd come and demolish everything
he would punish me with his absences upon the arrival of his presence.
and I would sip the milk that I had spilled with my recklessness
and I would beg mercifully for a forgiveness never really justified
But that's where I am
faithful lover of his mouth
begging for peace
in the only place where I live and the soul that inhabits me.

tell me why you ran

 you saw the rain as it began to pour

from open wounds upon the shore

I saw you wonder at the gloomy sky

the clouds that gathered from deep inside

and so you ran, as fast as you could

hoping and praying that it all would pass

never really believing that an investment in time

would bring healing and closure

so you amble on, with pebbles in your hand,

and water trodden steps

not fully forgetting, never really letting go

yet never advancing 

because lightning hit your soul.

little jewel

they deemed themselves unworthy

and let love pass them by

-for they believed it to be reserved, 

-for someone more deserving,

-for someone less complicated, 

or maybe someone with more status, --more money...

Little did they know, that upon their doorstep was laid, 

an opportunity with no need of "cash"  upon return.

That something that was offered merely by the Gods, 

and a resounding voice asked only that it be treated with care.

Yet never was it heard, for the raging voice inside their head 

dare not let them dive into the deep dream of life.

So they remained a tiny jewel, 

unseen upon the ground, kept carefully hidden from all passerby,

never realizing that it's worth came from the discovery of the complacent soul.

time will tell

 We have these often disguised defenses that allow us to make our way through this world.

...and sometimes, for others, it seems that we are not enough.

yet much like that extraordinary song by Pink Floyd, never forget to Shine On, 

for it may appear that your heart has gone unknown or unappreciated 

but there lives, somewhere out there, 

a soul as glorious as your own.

Valiente con mariposas

 de niña jugaba, no de ser princesa,  

pero de vivir  en una cabaña en el bosque

un lugar lleno de luz y calor.

Me llamaron debíl por el hecho de ser niña,

y quería mostrar mi valentía, delante de cada situación.

Si digo la verdad, últimamente, abrazo a esta niña

qué en momentos dados, sentía su fragilidad

y buscaba un compañero para protegerla

evidentamente, no fuera necesario, solo un deseo de muchos siglos...

porque si tu naces por debajo de la protección de esta sombra,

esto es lo qué pides, alguien que mientras sueñas, 

te vigila del dragón, y qué el dragon, no seas tú ....