mourning

Today I mourn the end of an era...
of memories made,
of stories told,
of healing hearts,
of watery eyes.

Today I say goodbye
today I let go and open my arms to the next treasured placed in my hand.
Today I'm taken away form your arms
Today I float in the air wating to be caught by the future.

Today I mourn you...
your contagious smile,
your challenging thoughts,
your caring heart,
and my love for you.

Love that will not disapear because you're gone.
Love that will grow...
trust that will be stronger.
And confidence that you're just paving the way.

Today I wipe my tears
I let go
I try to leave with you a last memory
a last laugh
a last tear
at last...

Soledad

Loneliness is ungrateful
but you finally come to enjoy its taste
risking falling in love with it

Loneliness is a hotel that belongs to no one
it's a bed that's not mine
it's waking up at 3 am
and not knowing where's the bathroom

Loneliness is me

Loneliness is the drop of water dripping in the sink
which you left open
and which you don't want to turn off
just to not feel alone

Loneliness is an ingenious torture of nature
that makes us find ourselves
so we can value others

Loneliness is a mirror that doesn't lie

Loneliness is that bunch of sounds
that no one hears
but that make so much noise

Loneliness is me in company of the past

Loneliness is a kiss that's wasted on the pillow
it's to look at the shadow of somebody who's not here
Loneliness is a villain that I don't like
I don't really know why

Loneliness is to finally understand
that there is not better company than loneliness

Loneliness it's the funeral of a day that is gone
It's to stop doing nothing
getting up, getting dressed, opening the door
and going out to do exactly the same thing

Loneliness is the company of fear
of uncertain futures, of roads
of searches, of loneliness
~Ricardo Arjona~

tornado...and other things happening

Who do you think you are?
to come and play with my mind.
to assume your the writer of my thoughts.
to pretend you've solved the riddle of my mind.

to show me as your prize.
to announce you've got me figured out.
to think that i'm just like them.

Who appointed you?
the holder of my heart.
the voice in my head.
the stupid smile on my face.

I'm probably the one who gave you that power
I think I've twisted you in my head.
I've made you who you're not,
and that person had made all this to me.

And why do I keep being mad at you?
Or, am I just mad at the world and I take it off on you?
maybe that's it.
you just happened to be there.

I doubt you'll want to be there.....tomorrow