Cobrizo Andante

Cada hoja es una expresión única, 

un sueño distinto de este otoño especial 
  se llevo consigo todas mis hojas, y me quede suspirando.

Never is a promise

You can start to feel tired of me someday, as everyone eventually does, and it's okay. That hurt, I do not even think about it, don't expect myself to think it, no i'm not thinking. I enjoy being ignorance, and I prefer to embrace innocence because the truth always hurts. And some things terrifies me, like i cant explain like how. Everything inevitability that has a beginning also has end. The thought of you'll just end up tired, that terrifies me so badly that I doubt I'll ever go through with it, but perhaps I should, to think and being prepared for the inevitable, it all just happens... So by the time I'm mentally ready... Maybe hurt me just a little less.

You know i'm hopelessly infatuated with you...

Mood:  Same. Nothing new lol.
Reading: Heaven knows.
Watching: Misery memoirs, reading of choice
Drinking: Mate ( an infused drink made with yerba leaves habit of the ancient natives of South America )  However, Mate a word that curiously in colloquial English means friend.

Nada me haría más feliz

Era sólo un beso tímido. 
Un beso que se extinguía en esa boca para saciar la sed que lleva a la muerte.

 

No puedo entender

Querer a alguien es hacerle bien.

Nunca hacerle mal.

Te atesoro

Siempre y con todas las ganas de volver 

al lugar donde soy eternamente feliz.

What belongs to me Is mine forever

You belong to me

you are mine completely

every part of you is mine.

From your lips to your hair, your smile so divine,

everything belong to me.

In my heart, I claim my ownership over you.

My love, forever.

♥

 

 

 

 

Alright I wrote it yesterday and I really like the way it turned out... and I hope that you do as well... 

Bfor you once more.

Todos los días AMAR de mil maneras

Y nos amaremos hasta la muerte

pasarán los años

pasará la vida 

día a día hasta el fin

y eso es amor. 

 

 

Cicatrices del alma

Algo raro esta pasando estos días, 

voy percibiendo signos de viejos recuerdos y antiguas tristezas 

que salen a flote como si tuvieran vida propia 

con el cambio de estación. 

Recuerdo que el tiempo siempre avisa cuando va a llover 

y cada vez que se viene algún cambio importante, 

y esta oleada de melancolía y añoranza debe ser algo parecido. 

Es el alma, que se prepara para recibir al otoño, 

y avisa removiendo viejas heridas del alma.

Muchos son los recuerdos que se hacen presentes en estos dias 

y entonces dejan de ser recuerdos 

para convertirse en vivencias nostálgicas. 

Necesarias para algunos, 

odiadas por otros y desatendidas por unos pocos. 

Para mi que no soy la única que siente esto, 

son de las cicatrices del alma, 

y hay tantas cicatrices en mi, 

que simplemente creo que cualquier cosa que me pase, 

ya no podrá dañarme más.

... lo peor de mi vida ya lo pasé...

 y otras cosas también...

Every bit of my love

I am sorry.
I am so selfish.
I was so mad as hell not to be able to talk to you for so long 
so I wrote that message.
I am really sorry.
Why can not you still consider me a part of your life?
if I were someone from your world
you would not have kept those things hidden from me.
Your life has so much trouble and I do not even get to know them.
I do not say I can provide solutions to them.
they still.
I think I am one of those persons in your life 
as someone close to you who deserves to know what's troubling you.
You say care for me and do not tell issues that bother you.
I am your best friend
do not you get it yet?

I came running back from a party last night at 3am
and waited for 2 hrs.
That is why I was profoundly annoyed
I am here because I want to talk to you
and miss you a lot
I want to be a part of everything in your life
your happiness and sorrow.

We can not really know what is going on in each other's lives
unless we open up more to each other.
I want you to tell me everything.
I want you to share everything with me. Treat me as someone important in your life. It does not matter how long we are together.
I will be right here.
Always.

Contraste emocional

Tocando el cielo 

cuesta bajar a la realidad.

Plenitud. 

Detenerse y escuchar la vida, 

oler, 

saborear, 

disfrutar 

y en consecuencia sonreír.

 

Hasta límites insospechados

Un vez me volví loca de amor, pero también me volví loca de tristeza. Las consecuencias si que son una autentica fuente de inspiración. 
Lo fueron para mi que a pesar de todo HOY estoy contenta.

Transitando por caminos conocidos

 

Aún sigo intentando transmitir 

lo que no se puede decir ni describir, 

explicar lo inexplicable, 

algo profundo, que solo al sentirlo se puede ver.

Arraigado en lo más hondo de mi esencia, 

es una verdad que trasciende la conciencia. 

Solo se experimenta, no se puede explicar, 

es mi alma, mi espiritu, mi sentir, mi forma de amar.

 

 

 

Purificando almas

Las dolencias no se pueden comparar
las dolencias: son y punto.
Y quizás estas letras
son una especie de ridícula comparación
explícita quizás.

Largos intervalos de paz

 

Demasiado distante.

Demasiado dispersa.

Demasiado convencida.
Demasiado desconfiada.

Demasiado sonriente.
Demasiado café. 

 Todo mi ser, esencia tan pura.

Please, just leave me the hells alone!

Those who don't love when it's possible, 

Will find it elusive when they want it.

Movin' Up!

sigh* just thinking I know a couple people who aren't going to be happy with this Haiku but well... I don't really care it's the truth and that's all that really matters.

I'm still here

Lately, I've been feeling quite upset. 
I don't sleep well. 
I'm so stressed. 
  It frustrates me how easily i become angry for no reason.
I can't eat. 
I've gone for two days without food, simply because I literally can't eat. 
I understand these are common problems, yes.
But I'm just in a bad mood.
And I don't really want to talk about it.
:(

This is more so how I'm feeling lately but... I like the way this one turned out as well expectantly since it was written through sobs and shit... hahaha.

Sentir, y no poder explicarlo

Fuimos dos siluetas en el horizonte

que tocamos con la yema de los dedos la superficie del mar,

escapamos a perseguir lo eterno

gastando instantes 

sin límites ni pausa

sin fin, sin ir mas allá.

Te deje una sorpresa

un poema

la última respuesta

un recuerdo teñido de azul

salpicado con gotas de lluvia gris.

Te deje un montón de excusas

una mirada

pretextos llenos de creatividad

para quedarme con la imagen de un mañana

que no llegaría.

Te deje lo que fui

lo poco que conociste de mí

te deje mi parte mas triste, la mayor parte

y me lleve cosas tuyas

toda tu historia, gestos y tu forma de escribir

emoción profunda, que me conmovía

algunas anécdotas que imaginé otras que soñé

y varias mas que solo yo sentí.

Te deje lo que no buscabas

y lo que encontraste

motivos incompletos

historias contadas de manera espontánea,

que al día de hoy, el tiempo pasado mimetizó con el resto de la piel.

Te deje las manos vacías

la memoria con algunos recuerdos

y una canción que canté.

Montón de palabras

montones de letras

miles ¡No me dejes!

y un ¡Ya se terminó! 

Es así la vida..

Te deje un agradecimiento tan grande que no alcanzó.

Ningún arrepentimiento

recuerdos que dejaron de ser recuerdos

porque todo eso lo dejé ir.

convirtiéndose en saltos de trampolín

al rincón de mi corazón. 

Truth, no lies just love

Speak the truth.

Do not lie to me 

because you think that you are hurting me telling the truth 

you are hurting me deeper with lies.

just a little broken

Why do "it's over" hurt so much? Have any of you ever sat and thought that one through? I mean, do they hurt, everyone knows that much, but has anyone ever asked why?

Because for something that's caused as much anguish as it has, and affected as many people as it has. They hurt like death hurts and  the reason we cry, and rant, and feel so goddamn sorry for ourselves, is the same reason we feel that same such agony when we lose someone: Memories.

Sadly, losing someone will always hurt and it's the memories that hurt the most, at least think of it in a way that you got the chance to experience those moments with that person even though its memories you miss, it's memories you can look back to. That all the memories we have are all the memories we will ever have and that the last time you saw that person, the last time you hugged them, you kissed them, the last time you said you loved them. those are the last times you'll ever have. And you think to yourself of all the things you'd have done differently, and you think of what you'd give to have just one more day with that person. Just one more chance, realize that we will never again get a chance to make new memories with this person.

You always think you'll have tomorrow, to make it all up, to do the right thing, but the truth is that you just never know how much time you've got. So do yourselves a favor and take the only time that is guaranteed to you, right now, and make more memories, make every moment worth while.

Hell, memories is what I think complicates things, yeah, memories are what make it seem to last forever, and when something ends, we can't help but replay things back. You know, like a movie in our heads.

My consolation during these times is that everything happens for a reason and even if its hard to swallow at this time. Truth is. It really does. If it was meant to be it will be, who knows maybe later down the line you will find each other. Or maybe it is not destined for you to be together and there's someone else waiting for you that will be the one you have been looking for all your life and came this far for. Who's to say. All I know when I went through my losing I thought my sun would never rise again. Although, even when we were together my world was dark to begin with. Since I've known him I can't really say that I remember that dark world, sometimes I wonder if there ever was a dark place to begin with, it's been that long since I left that dark place behind me and although at that time I never dreamt of being in the place I am right now. Now I can't ever imagine being in that place I was before. Don't worry, your sun will rise soon, it never fails to.

Well, here's a bit of enlightenment from me to you: Love sure does have a way of breaking you down emotionally, doesn't it? Get through the suffering! Sometimes, I wish I were more superficial. On an emotional level, I mean. I think the idea of not feeling the hurt which I'm feeling, or even maybe just feeling it a little bit less, is just too attractive a concept not to want right now. But then I realize that it's because I am the way that I am, that I've been able to love the way that I have. And even though, right now, it's a curse to feel as deeply as I feel, I know that when things are just right. There's no greater blessing.

 

 

♥ 

Sunrise in Paris

Parce que ça fait mal, 

on est tenté de choisir on préfère le silence ou le dénie. 

Nous nions la réalité par peur de la souffrance.

Occulter le cœur brisé.

On habille les blessures du masque du mensonge. 

sous la blessure. 

le silence et la dénégation ne sont jamais solution. 

On ne peut couvrir la souffrance par un mensonge.

OUI, je suis blessé; 

OUI je souffre; 

OUI je suis en colère... 

La vérité rend libre.

Tu es responsable du mal que tu m'as fait.

Traduction, grammaire, vocabulaire, cours en ligne, langue et littérature espagnole.

Porque me duele,
uno se siente tentado a elegir el silencio o deniega si se prefiere.
Negamos la realidad por miedo al sufrimiento .
Ocultar el corazón roto .
Las heridas de la máscara se visten de mentiras.
En la herida
el silencio y la negación no son la solución.
No podemos cubrir el dolor con una mentira .

Sí , estoy herida ;
SÍ sufro ;
Sí estoy enojada ...
La verdad nos hace libres .
Usted es responsable por el mal que me has hecho.

EGO - Elder Dilemma

Me hace fuerte pero no feliz

Cada escrito creado moldea y da forma a mi propia identidad. Escribo para descubrirme, quién soy. 

Hurting yourself you hurt me

Dec 10th. 2011 12:26 Pacific Daylight Time 

Dearest  Miriam:  

                          Don't worry too much about feeling down, blue or whatever calls that because I say to you once again and again that you don't worry about having these random urges to cry, because you're not the only here that it hurts. So just relax and watch a good movies or go out with your friends in there and you get out of your shell there go out and be alive in this world, travel and read a millon books instead and just be alive, and let the whole world knows that you aren't affected at that situations and be happy, happy like this :) and continue with your studies and start making new friends by talking to a right people and make yourself busy like joining some worth cause groups by helping others people or sign on yourself in dancing, singing or start practicing some musical instruments because you know what to do to help yourself and not crying in your bed and get feelings hurts because I already tried that once and it gives me no good at all. Take Care of yourself please...

I have a song for you, and I sing when I've been feeling more emotional. I sing it when I was a little drunk lol and I sing it with feelings, with closed eyes and I was very happy at that times and I'm very boastful too at that times because I spend all my money to drinking and order what you want. Well that was a long time ago and by the way the title of the songs is "Without You by Mariah Carey" lol and this song is from 90' and I often heard this when I was a kid, a gal and the whole world at that times always sing this song while they play karaoke 'nd drinks and well now I grow up.

So sing and you don't worry I'm still here for you and always remember that always when the world is dark for you and hurts I'm always here for you to lend you a hand to stand up again in your own feet and most of all, my dear myself, always remember this "WE ARE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE " so  “Don't worry about anything, pray about everything.” HAVE FUN!!!

Hugs and kisses.
Today would be universal time!

Derretida en lágrimas

  Esperando la lluvia

Muchas nubes acumuladas

y siendo de naturaleza mortal,

me pongo a prueba con mis propias fuerzas. 

Tengo que defenderme como sea.

  Que mi corazón no se hiele,

  que la ternura de los ojos sea mística y perlada.

  Estar adentro, me hace muy bien.

Para mi, el abismo siempre estará afuera.