Vidas Extraviadas

Tu que sonríes en cada fotografía con ella,
Tu que en tus pensamientos te lastimas a latigazos por aquel abandono,
Tu que de momentos me amas, pero que en otros momentos me odias,
Tu que sonríes en cada fotografía con ella.

Te preguntas si talvez el destino nos pondrá de frente una vez mas,
y porque te mientes? si sabes bien que el encontrarnos no fue solo un hechizo, o un capricho del destino, mas bien un desnudo completo a nuestras almas vulnerables. Un espejo donde solo se reflejaban figuras de apariencia peculiar pero muy similar desde los mas simple detalles, hasta los mas oscuro secretos.


Porque te mientes? de verdad piensas que otro encuentro no causaría el mismo efecto o uno peor? Esto es como iniciar un volcán si esperar erupción.

Tu que de dia vives feliz, pero al atardecer te inundes en los mas temibles abismos, en mis mas terribles pesadillas. En mi mar de poemas, en las sinfonías que le cantas a través de tus pensamientos, a aquel pequeño musculo que marcaste tuyo hace años. Deja de esconderte que dos almas tan semejantes, en diferentes extremos no son peligrosas solo amigosas. 

Talvez te espante con mis preguntas, con mis dudas, con mis cicatrices profundas pero no lo olvides, solo hay un Rey en este pedazo de musculo que cargo en el pecho.

Y aun no se si sera este tu deseable trofeo, tu peor pesadilla o tu mayor triunfo, pero....

El volcán, en nuestra próxima vía lo determinaran.

Love & The Soul

"Our century has become so heartless. In the midsts of all our advanced technology, some of the most important, pure, and honest values have been lost. 

Making it a challenge to encounter something genuine. 

A simple example of this is LOVE. A concept that has become more of a word rather than a feeling. Anyone can say the words, but not everyone is able to put up with the feeling and the responsibility that comes with it. Will you care to care for it? Are you able to hold onto that hand through sweat, tears, and pain? 

Doubts through my head. 

Love is not having experienced many relationships, many dates, or even having given up your chastity to the person you have been with for the past three years." 

That isn't love.

Love isn't a three words text, 

It's an essay.

Love is not having the perfect person, 

is finding perfection in the one person you do have.

Love is not saying the right words, 

it's showing persistence in doing the right thing.

Love is not making plans for the future, 

is living the moment while building a future.

Love isn't making promises, 

is sticking to your own words. 

Love does not burst out in anger and yells "it's over!!" 

love calmly whispers "BRB, I need a break."

LOVE doesn't help you undress only to dress you with lust.

  Love isn't lust. 

    Love isn't lust. 

       Love isn't lust. 

Love is not what you call it and it is what you F E E L.

Love is

S T R E N G T H

in the moments of darkness 

F A I T H

in the hours of loneliness and,

T R U S T

in the minutes of desperation.

Love will grow without permission, 

and invade you when is not welcomed.

Love is passion, 

is fire that can burn but that many times can hurt. 

Love can be defined in so many ways and mean nothing

because is not what you see with your eyes, 

but what you feel with the soul.

The heart? 

is a muscle, almost a myth.

Love comes through the soul not through the mind, 

and if it comes through the heart

is hard to stabilize because the heart is a roller coaster 

that's never satisfied.

The heart seeks war, 

while Love only seeks calm. 

The mind seeks the "why" 

while Love only seeks to drive out, 

inspire, nourish more of itself,

Love. 

I hope you learn to love with all your soul.