Renuncio

Renuncio al coqueteo.

Renuncio a ser pretencioso.

Renuncio a la idea de que alguna vez tú me importaras menos que cualquier otra persona.

Renuncio a que no te juzguen.

Renuncio a que no llegarás a mi lengua cada vez que abra la boca.

Renuncio a no pensarte.

Renuncio a no poder verte.

Renuncio a querer olvidarte.

Renuncio a una vida donde fuiste la meta de mis metas.

Renuncio a no llorarte...

Me acomodo a lo que conozco. Me ha mantenido vivo, y lo seguira haciendo hasta que sea necesario.

Me propongo una vida aburrida. Una vida donde conservare una rutina estable, continua, y suicida. La alternativa me ha dejado menos estable de lo que esperarias...

¿Dónde diablos estás?

Tatuaje

Tu existencia es un tatuaje.
No por la tinta permanente con la que me he castigado,
ni por el atroz trazo que marca su existencia.
Sino porque solo en mi ebriedad es cuando pienso
que todo esto fue una buena idea

No lo encuentro solo en mi cuerpo,
pero en el de todo lo que me rodea.
Entre el color verde de las hojas.
Entre las harmonias de la buena y vieja guerra.
Entre las letras del cándido Saramago.

A este paso, una cirujía es la unica opción con que quitarmelo.
El alcohol me sobra para las cicatrices.

Esta noche

Esta noche te recordare

con los momentos que escoja.

Esta noche te recordare

como quiero.

Esta noche te recordare

como te extraño.

Presencia

Eso!

Eso es lo que eres!!

Entiendo porque mi alienacion. Entiendo porque siempre siento como si lo que esta pasando en verdad es una broma!

Es por eso que sigo considerandote un experimento verdad?! Porque dentro de cualquier momento, desapareceremos a un mundo mejor!

Eso espero....

You won't read this

And that’s ok, cause I don’t want you to know what I’m writing for you. I don’t want you to know the answers for the questions you once asked me. I don’t want you to know that you are actually more special for me than what you already know. I don’t want you to know that I really want to show you the following words, but I’m not willing to take the risk of you thinking even less of me than what you already do.

To answer your question, the time I fell for you happened exactly at the first time I laid my eyes on you. You know that instance people talk about that they see someone and they immediately fall for them? That “love at first sight” that I usually bash? That’s what I felt. Something made me break my thoughts and look up to where you were walking, and it’s been hard to look away ever since. The way you sat down, the way you looked around, the way you talked with that unique accent of yours… too many things that went through my mind, and all of them were concerning you. I was curious about knowing precisely and exactly everything there was to know about you. “What’s your name?” “Where are you from?” “Why are you here?” “What classes are you taking?” “Do you want to run away from here with me?”

I took the most cautious steps to approach you because of that effect you had on me. You made me happy and nervous at the same time. You kept me reeled in, yet I knew I couldn’t spend all of my time with you. I still remember what we talked about the first time, and that you were more exhilarating than what I was already expecting.

I know you are not perfect. I know your flaws. I know that deep inside that tough and outspoken shell that characterizes you from the rest of the women around lies a little girl who is still very confused about life. I know you think your Achilles heel is that sweet and sympathetic nature that has often got you into external and introspective disputes. I understand that you take a lot of things back from what you already think. I know you can’t help sometimes but give out an opinion, and you can be quite passionate and almost zealous about what you believe in, even if deep down you know it doesn’t hold no water.

I still want you badly. I still think you belong to me more than any other woman has or will. I want you right now more so after that moment. That moment where my arms finally embraced you the way I’ve been wanting for too long has been stuck in the back of my mind, and keeps popping its head even while I don’t want it too. That shine on your eyes, that nervous smile, that sincere (and misleading) touch, that kiss…. Can you blame me? Can you blame the fact that you left me longing for me after you stole that moment away in the blink of an eye?

Just look at what you’ve made me write! Damn you woman. You take over my thoughts in ways that nobody has, and I’m not a fan of. But you will never know this, and I’m glad. I’m going to sleep.

Unidad Hidrica

No se porque escondes esos bellos ojos verdes
tras esas grandes y feas gafas para el sol

No se porque aceptaste sentarte a mi lado
ante mi desordenado y despeinado atuendo

Y No se porque no te ofrezco mi hombro
para que puedas al fin descansar pacificamente

...Solo se que me matas...

El nivel de alcohol no se mide asi!

Todas las horas que dedique en hablar contigo,
y no quiero saber cuantas fueron solo en pensar en ti.
No creo que me recuerdes, tristemente,
se que no lo haces.
Se que mi persona no es la misma a la que habias querido,
se que no eres la misma desde antes de dejarte.
Se que ya no es igual,
y no quiero que sea igual.
Nunca hubiera sabido tanto de mi sin ti,
¿Fue por casualidad, o porque contigo fue con quien me deje manejar asi?
Pienso que es mas la segunda que la primera, sin olvidarnos de la tercera.

Es triste que todo lo que me queda de ti es esta foto, y una carta arrumbada en mis pertenencias. Rompi y tome los otros dos ultimos recuerdos...