Dentro de ti

Imagina parar el tiempo y tirar nuestros relojes para olvidarnos de ellos. Nunca nos esperarían en casa porque para ellos no pasa un instante. 

Me encantaría probar mis limites contigo, encontrar el fantasma que me aleja de ti y auyentarlo con mis ideas. De esta forma podria explorarte infonitamente en un lugar donde no existan las agujas. Podriamos contar segundos que no existan para solo pasar el tiempo y nunca envejecer. Cristalizar tu sonrisa en una rosa y cultivarlas en un campo de nosotros. Respirar todas las mañanas ese aire fresco de ti y dormirme sin extrañarte porque se que te encontrare en mis sueños. Despedirme de ti, en mis sueños con un buenos dias y desayuno. Si eso no es suficiente, seguirte los pensamientos para sentir lo que vives y entenderte en pequeñas parte de tu cuerpo para no cometer errores. Quiero estar en ti y que la suma de los dos multiplicado por el tiempo paralizado sea la respuesta a lo siento por ti. Quiero que esa sea la ecuación de nuestros sentimientos.

No confundirme con ideas tontas que me alejan de tu antídoto y así enfrente de ti, tomarme tu veneno para que veas como sufro sin tu interés y que moriría sin tu cura. 

Creerás que cuando digo una palabra solo es el pico de la montaña y realmente lo que siento esta dentro de mi queriendo explorar. Necesito estar dentro de ti y mirar el mundo como tu lo ves, sentir mis propias caricias para comprender cual es el punto mas delicado de tu cuerpo y de esta forma rodarle y protegerlo para que únicamente sea mio. Explorar cada célula de ti y fusionarlas con mis ganas de ti. Todo esto hacerlo en un mismo segundo congelado para que cuando por fin se descongele el tiempo tu explotes y yo comprenda que que has entendido como me siento cuando estoy contigo. 

Mientras tanto me sigo sintiendo impotente de comprenderte y conocerte, con unas ganas de crear, abrirte la piel y comunicarme con lo que te mueve y te da vida.

con estas ganas de contenerme seguiré siendo psíquico tratando de leer tus pensamientos y con la esperanza de que algún día estos relojes paren de funcionar. 

I got the blues or is just november !!

While I walk through this old dry leafs

between my secrets and trees

I belong to this moment

past is just and old luggage

heavy luggage that makes me what I am now

If I look in this case what should I find?

But I see this last part is heavy and is just one

One year of memories different than the last

12 pieces that can come up in colors and weathers

365 suns that belong to all

maybe 4 or 5 moons missing

I must have gaven them away?!

(At least one of them is in my ankle.)

I see people that I cannot reach anymore

even if I try, they have grown apart

I saw love but it wasnt the real one

so ill keep the fake ones as part of my plan.

I see hugs, some of hello and some of good bye

also those laughings from kisses passerby

People that I have helped

friends that I have hurt

some old songs that still play out loud

and actions of despair that doesnt make me fell proud

I can look in all this memories and find a lifetime

But, in the end is not numbers, parties, birthdays or people.

Is just how much words have you spoken,

how many ideas you taken to life,

How many kisses you ment

and how many cheers will you remember.

Ever day is time to harvest and nourish

Dont number your tears just your smiles

a blink lasts as much as you want

But If I can tell you and advise

blink while living, it will make it last.

One year doesnt make me feel one year older

It makes me fell more man than last year.

what about you?

Este es un poema muy bueno...

Sticked Boy liked Match Girl

He liked her a lot.

He liked her cute figure,

he thought she was hot.

But a flame could ever burn a

for a match and a stick?

It did quite literally;

he burned up quick.

Stick to it, expectations are just colorfull realities

Some great Ideas come from stupidness so here I am writing about nothing and everything of the same topic..
Lets leave our expectations the way they want to live an fool ourselves that some day dreams will come true...
karma will repay haha..

romanticide intro..

My fingers to type
and my thougts, ungiven kisses and assasinated
dreams to write about you.



Main dishes are served warm so hurry up and please youself....


Some days are made for joy
Some days are made for rain
some days are made of laughter
and some days are made to remember

Some rainy days are made for crying
Some ranny days are made to wash your dirt
some rainy days are made to wash your tears

Some tears are made to cry out at night
some tears are made to cry out loud
some nights are just made to miss you

some girls are made to ditch you
and some girls are just worth ditching
Some girls are make to keep you awake
and some girls are made to take out your sleep
to keep your dreams wake up
and some mornings are just to miss you

Some sunny days are made to beauty
and some sunny days are made to play
some games are made to have fun
and some of us are not made for games.

Some lips are made for kissing
and some kisses are ment to be
but, some kisses are worth to keep for yourself
and some hugs are made to touch your lips

Some nights are made to miss you
and some are made to meet you
and some moon are made to do both
some moons are made to witness
and some stars are made to give us hope

Some stories are made to tell
and some stories are ment to live
some stories are made to forget
and some stories are just ...mm stories

Some breaths are made to share
and some breaths are made to be taken
some breaths are made to be steal
and some breaths are made just to hold them

Some hugs are made to say good bye
and some hugs are made to smell your hair
some hugs are just an excuse to get close to you
and some hugs are made to take our your scent with me

some scents are made to remember you
and some scents are made to realize how beautifull you are
when Im aaround you

but finnally I can just tell you
My arms are not made to hug you
my lips not to kiss you
this night not to be with you
and this sun not to remember you

but some of my time is made to be with you

So I die happy

While I´m feeling my thoughts sooo.. sick in my stomach

You enjoy a courtesy kiss of my spirit.

If you suddenly smile in your loneliness

For sure are my dreams somehow reaching you.

Damn.... I hate to be by myself trying to reach you.

Thats physically imposible and also not satisfactory.

Just follow me to one of my dreams this night,

one kiss of you will kill me..

So I die happy

I dont want to wake up and follow myself again.

Realidad de sentimientos.

Existe un juego del cual no nos hemos percatado.
Sabes que te extraño porque te lo he dicho,
pero no sabes como me siento si mi imagen no esta en tu cabeza
como la tuya en la mia.

No es el hecho de verte y pasar tiempo juntos,
porque tengo 22 años y he vivido sin ti todo este tiempo.
Tampoco eres el amor de mi vida, ni mi eterno martir
Solo importa que ahorita no te tengo y te necesito.

Same story

Time is a little bit mature now
and I havet grow up
those red lip´s poison still in my system

Im in a countdonwn inspired by hope
meanwhile you are adding numbers and memories to your new life.
you are living in a place where I dont belong.