Chapter 1

Like every circle, cycle, life, dream or expectation in life a story also has a beginning and an end, at least that´s what every movie in TV has led us to believe. So it´s a personal challenge to write the impossible story, the one with no hero, no princess, no love story nor drama, one beginning, great moments, unforgettable memories, unique scenarios and no ending.
Make no mistakes this is a story about a crazy girl who meets an even crazier boy; her name is Lucy and his name is Ray the story begins with a bday cake, 2 witches, a game and a sweaty shirt. (I could throw in a very impressive pick up line, but it would ruin the mystery).
They spoke the same language even thou they came from very different places, they´ve come and go to the same spots in different times but the coming and going eventually put them in the same place at the same time.
Surely you´ve realized by now that went they met no sparks or fireworks came out, there was no romantic theme song in the background and the lights weren´t flickering, they just said hello started talking and laugh their hinnies off.
As timed passed they found seeing more and more of each other, just hanging out, talking, eating, listening to music, watching movies, chilling and that´s about it, we´ll I might off skipped the part where they fucked like bunnies any time, place or chance possible; but it’s irrelevant to this part of the scenario.
In time they became friends, those kind of friends that you make in the oddest moments of your life, the kind of friends that know you in your Sunday Pj´s and you have seen after a really bad hangover, the ones who end up with your buggers on their shirts and the ones who when you fall down or make a mistake laugh their ass of and them give you a helping hand and say don´t worry stupid I still love you.
The sarcastic and smart mouth comments were the daily language served on a witty plate of mocking society rules and “normal behavior” which none of them believed in; twisted and dark humor tales and kinky and hard rock music made the perfect nights, evenings and/or mornings.
There´s no dragon, there´s no wicked witch, there´s nothing evil haunting them; there are only so many pages of mementos and adventures writing each time they say zup; and don´t get me started once they have and evil plan to be mischievous and naughty.
Life is always full of surprises and sometimes we face choices that will changes our paths forever, so there´s the challenge, there´s the little sprinkle of spice that the story needs to have a never ending plot.
I assure you that this is only the first of many chapters I´ll write telling nothing and safely keeping my memories and pictures to my and yourself. And even though my life is changing my time and moments with you are irreplaceable and untouchable … To be continued …

I know what you tell me, when you don´t speak

I fell the way you look at me each night I am a conveniently and willingly victim of your desire and thirst for blood and chocolate; each time you knock on my door and I conveniently and willingly am waiting naked in my bed for you.
In the shower I counted the love marks your left on my body, your personal flags to claim territory, because deep down inside you know that this territory, my body, cannot be claimed by you, or anybody else.
Is that freedom that you so pleasantly admire the same one that haunts you, making you think somebody uses my body- your playground-, sees it, or enjoys it the way you do; but not to worry for now you´re safe, because you feed my appetite in the amount necessary.
You may be the one in control for now, but my dear who said that I want to have it? I do not wish to be in control, I wish to be submitted, I do not desire to be on top, I desire to be tied up, I do not feed on power, I feed on pain.
The intensity levels grow and the twisted rolls we act upon, one of this days it can slip out of hand and the scars may not disappear, the mark will be permanent, and your claws or teeth may be engraved in my skin like one of my many tattoos.
That is why I like to play the game we play each time we see each other, the game were you smile because I let you think your getting your way, and I smile back pulling the silent strings behind your back.
Let´s continue playing our dirty games, and laugh of the people who will never understand.

Frente al espejo

Sin maquillaje veo mi reflejo

sin broche, ni adornos mi cabello suelto

semi desnudo mi cuerpo imperfecto

respira profundo, frente al espejo.

Me leo la mano buscando respuestas

interrogo las líneas de mis desiciones

coloco mi mano en el espejo

y la que me mira no es mi reflejo.

Abrazo mis piernas y las acaricio

paso mi mano por mi flor y suspiro

será que hoy es día de acusarme

será que hoy me siento culpable.

Callada me observo,

sonrio en silencio

busco mi mirada

que dentro trae fuego.

El día de hoy no siento complejos

aunque mis pies y mi andar no sean perfectos

el día de hoy tiré tu recuerdo

ya nada de ti, queda en mi cuerpo.

Lo admito, lo sé

estoy herdida,

pero quiero sanar

lo que fuiste en mi vida...

...

No hay momento o fecha exacta

para un hasta luego o un adios

la vida se encarga de juntar caminos

y a veces uno mismo hace todo por separarlos.

No hay motivo, razón o circunstacia para un sentimiento

simplemente nace, crece y se transforma

con el paso del tiempo, la convivencia, las risas

los besos y las caricias.

No hay explicación para lo que me haces sentir

no hay pretextos suficientes para evitarlo

no hay barrera que no logres brincar

no hay motivos ya para pelear.

En cambio y a pesar de todo

hay un sentimiento,

hay una mirada,

hay una caricia,

hay un beso.

A pesar de las circunstancias

hay un lugar que es solo nuestro

hay una complicidad,

sin compromisos, ni juramentos.

La libertad de desearnos,

amarnos y tocarnos

por el deseo y el placer

que nos llevó a besarnos...

En libertad

Cuando me gritas y tu voz retumba en mis oidos

cierro los ojos y trato de escuchar melodías en mi cabeza

cuando me repites una y otra ves que no se amar

bloqueo tu voz y me concentro en mi respirar.

No sabes dar amor, no sabes amar

dices mientras tus ojos se clavan en mi mirada,

la mirada cansada que alguna vez

brillaba por la senda de tu obscuridad.

No sabes dar amor, no sabes amar

te alejas caminando y gritando

agacho la cabeza sin ganas de pelear

mi puño se cierra, mis miradas al piso caen.

No sé dar amor, me quedo pensando

No se amar, lo repito dudando

y me pregunto ¿que clase de amor es la que doy?

que te hace tanto mal.

Si yo no pido, mas de lo que ofresco

no reclamo tus labios, tu cuerpo, tu tiempo,

si te conocí libre y fuerte

y así aprendí a quererte.

Amor libre y de puerta abierta es lo que ofrezco,

sin exigencias, tiempos, ni días definidos

si tu no lo aprecias y no estás contento

habrá quien lo quiera y comparta conmigo su tiempo...

!

Poca ropa

Al lado de mi cama

una falda, un calzón y un liston

ocupaba poca ropa

para esta situación.

A mis pies una mesa

con dos platos y dos copas

una bolsa con comida fría

una soda que se calentó.

Buscaba el telefono

o una señal

para saber si vendrías

si tenía que despertar.

Una vuelta 3 o 6

quizas mas fueron necesarias

para consiliar el sueño

a pesar de estar cansada.

Con los ojos cerrados

y lejos de este mundo

soñé faltalidades

soñé casualidades.

Como el conejo blanco

corriste escurridiso

y el reloj que llevabas en la mano

maracaba tiempo distinto al mío.

Valentina

Sueño con tus ojos

mi dulce muñequita,

imagino tu cara, tu risa,

tu voz...

Te deseo tanto

y cada vez te pierdo más...

Valentina uno y mil poemas

y canciones mamá te escribirá

para que mi voz y mis sueños

lleguen hasta donde TU estas...

Algún día en el cielo, el infinito o en las estrellas te podré abrazar....