to you

those rocky hands full of madness running through my body providing relax.

this hard malehood caused for you

the taste of you mouth

this smell of you saliva in my neck, rough perfume of our delighness

those shivers are abrut vibration in plasure of us, exploring underneath our clothes.

those hands that draw this sensations that I can´t take off my experience.

this lips running and causing hard explotions in everywhere they went.

the nice melody of you voice and the memory of that laughter of yours could turn me on again.

this things I remember and think are as nice as caramel and with a really sweet taste...

...taste that I would like to have once and again to go further than physical plasure till reach beyound.

do me, have me, take me, feel me, fufill me, chill me, take me to overwhelm

and then just stay like that at the limbo of caress & and warm kisses

• 2u

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today is all we have & so far it´s all we need

how many times have we fall in wonder

thinking how will the tomorrow will be & we make plans, but nothing happens as wished.

I ´m starting to believe that today is all we have

how many times have we spent the today wishing the past to happen one more time

how many times have we spent the today starring the wonderful things we had and let go the great ones we have now.

how many times the today have been missvalued by the posibilities, chances that might not happen.

how many todays do I have left?

I have wondered and still have not been answered.

how long will it take untill I understand that today is the oportunity but and not the posible chances.

today I want to feel and think what i have and be thannkful for what I have and had through this path we call path formed of todays.

the one i saw once

the one i saw once

many times i have been told & heard how you can touch someone without seen them for long

and untill now this is a matter to me,

when the one I saw once came to me that one showed me how can in one single time this one can change the entire life.

when the one I saw once came this one changed all that I thought and filled in new bright

now I know how great it´s been to have seen the one once I saw.

year ago

A year ago

I had you & you got me

I held your hand and felt warm

year ago

I wished that to never end

I told you I loved you

& all was brightfull and meaningful

year ago

I though I couldn´t keep on without you

and I did keep on

and now I wonder what comes next

I look back a year ago & many things have changed

you are gone, I´ve grown up.

noone have come yet and still wonder how are you.

do you think of me? will you miss me?

year ago all I had was my faith in us that changed in to faith in me.

something fell and grew up, that was me

there is something understood along this year, that is that after all... I will... I will learn

I will be whatever I want and wish.

things I might not know a year ago.

year ago did not care for what i have, just wanted you

year ago I had you and had a chance.

year ago all was good but now it´s just great.

Libertad y Desamor

Mirando a la gente ir y venir

los autos pasar y las casas que se quedan atrás

en el aire se siente el pasado.

Pasado glorioso y tortuoso.

Frío y despiadado que casi llena mis pulmones de melancolía;

melancolía de un tiempo que no volverá y no deseo revivir

sin embargo melancólico.

Frío, soledad y desesperación, pero también de crecimiento, desapego y libertad

El sabor de vivir en el ambiente se siente y los pasos aun que el mismo camino recorran, son diferentes.

Aun que las calles solas se sienten no como en mi corazón en aquel tiempo se asemejan.

Tiempo de añoranza de lo tenido y lo perdido.

Frio quemante en mis huesos que dejo cicatrices mas profundas que las hechas por las palabras, palabras que luego se convirtieron en costumbre.

Costumbre que termino en...

... Libertad y Desamor

...amor indeciso...

Quieres que este contigo, pero no me quieres para ti.

Confusión, silencio, no dices nada.

Que quieres? Que buscas? Creo que no sabes.

No perder el tiempo es un buen consejo.

De querer lo que tienes de eso se trata.

En ocasiones no puedes tener lo que quieres

Aunque lo que quieras no sea tan bueno

Y continuar caminando decides.

Hay cosas transitorias en la vida, pero eso no me gusta ser.

Tengo peso y presencia, ganas de vivir y sentir

De eso se trata!

Me he cansado de pensar que llegarás, de mantenerte vivo con el pensamiento.

Me he cansado de dejar de vivir y solo recordarte, por que solo he logrado extrañarte y volverme débil.

deseo conocerte, tenerte, verte y amarte.

El amor, extraño sentimiento fácilmente entrañable pero difícil de sacar.

Me he cansado de la soledad de no tener y rechazar por el solo hecho de esperarte.

Me he cansado de imaginar que existes y que llegaras como bocanada de aire fresco que una vez fuiste.

Me he cansado, tal vez descanse y salga del coma de espera en el que me encuentro