Tiempo

Abandonar tus pasiones siempre resulta contraproducente, sobre todo cuando escribes, creo que dejar de escribir es un delito personal del cual me considero bastante culpable; cuando dejo de escribir y abro de nuevo este blog siento como cuando te encuentras a ese o esa ex que te marcó por alguna situación y sientes nervios y no sabes como saludarlo, así exactamente me siento, no sé como empezar a escribir, no se como acercarme si con cautela o si me aviento y le digo todo lo que ha pasado desde la última vez que lo hice (draft incompleto del 2016) La vida es como el mar, por eso hay que darse como la espuma............ Hoy me di cuenta de las cosas que uno deja de hacer en la vida. Feb 27 2017 5:21 p.m.

To write or not to write, that´s an easy question

So Its been a while since I last sat down an let my fingers tell one of the many stories I have inside my mind, or truth to be told inside my heart deep deep inside, carefully guarding the smell and the sounds behind that kiss, that hug, that I love you. I tough I would never come to this moment, to the point I would unpause my self and let myself be free from your lips and your sick love but I did it, on my own time, on my own terms as always but I finally let myself go from you. And I cant say a huge weight has been lifted because my sweet we know its been years since the last time I saw you breathing, the hole in the ground is not as near as big as the hole in my bed, my arms or my life.... This is not a goodbye letter, this is more like the hello to myself, a how you been? because my sweet its been a long time since I could look at myself in the mirror and see me as me and not as an extension of u/s (no typo there). I can´t really hope anything for the dearly departed because they already did what they had to do. But I´m not dead, actually Ii´very much alive, my cheeks are rosy, my blood is pumping and my heart wants to get the beat on, to a melody, to music, to the one accomplice when I shut myself from all, from them, all those who cheered for u/s, all those who envied u/s, all those who hated you and those who hated me; music was there, my books were there, beer was there oh and It made me happy, it made me forget and it made e not cry for you.... My sweets yo will for ever be forgotten and those memories we made, I give them back, to the world, to the dead, to the fans and the hatters I give them each little bit and piece, until there is no more u/.....