Frío...

Necesito sentir el frío...
Necesito sentir que me invada, que me congele toda... Necesito sentirme muerta y con ello, matar la vida que hay dentro de mí... No sentir más, no, no quiero sentir más...

Quiero que el frío hiele mi alma, y poco a poco, pase por mis venas y por medio de ellas, llegue a mi corazón, así pueda parar de bombear y deje de una vez por todas de mandar señales de vida a cada ángulo de mi cuerpo...

Necesito sentir el no sentir, qué significa la ignorancia, qué significa la indiferencia, pero sobre todo, qué significa NO AMAR a la persona equivocada...

Today...

Today I have smiled.
Today I have cried.
Today I have been angry.
Today I have thought.
Today I have loved.
Today I have felt... another day.

Black Cloud...

In these days, I feel like one cartoon character with a playful cloud upon his head, yes, one of those with little clouds which never want to stop raining...

But this cloud which lives upon my head, it isn't a playful one, it's so black and by the moment, it doesn't seem to stop raining on me...

Now I have realized... In these days, there's no wind... That's why this cloud doesn't go away...

Being on Average

I don't know what is being on average...

I like extreme things because it's the only way for feeling and and make people feel... Life is done for living it!! Call me bohemian, call me dreamer, call me whatever you want... But I don't regret about anything, all suffering has been good suffering, all the love I have given without receiving has been good love... And why? 'Cause I can say that I have felt, and if I can feel, it means that I'm alive...

Happiness

Happiness is a state and not a feeling...

I'm living my life just only for looking for a state of happy emergency...

But I'm sure that I will find it, and when the moment arrives, I will explode in millions of joy particles, so everybody will be astonished, blinded and be touched by my happiness, and I will be able to say that my dream comes true, the world begins to be a better place for everyone, and for me too...

Words...

Words...

Words help you to know better the one you love...

Words give you so much... but they can take off too...

Words, those ones that you are waiting for and never come...

Words are swept by the wind... they are fanciful and changeable...



At the end, words can make you feel so empty and you'll need contact, one gesture...
Just for believing that the loved one isn't an illusion... a dream that never came true...

Conjugated Love

I have loved...

I loved...

I loved...

I loved...

I love...

I love...

I love...


I love... But where are you?...

You forget the future tense...

...

I will only love him...

People...

I don't care about how the other person is, the most important thing is what you can bring and offer to the whole world... Sometimes is so hard to find interesting people, but if you try, you will realize that somebody is waiting for you... just in front of you!

Distance...

I think that distance doesn't exist between people, just only it can be, if you let it to invade your existence... But at the end, Distance can conquer you, she has so many allies, like Mr. Time, Mr. Space and Mrs. Laziness, but i will always have a revolution against them, so my words will arrive to my loved ones...

Who am I?

The truth is that I don't want to dazzle anybody, but I can say that I don't scared about showing myself just the way I am...

The perfect place to be...

Yesterday I was watching a program in Tv, and it talked about two hermits in Huelva, they lived in houses built with their own hands, near to the sea. Houses where nobody would want to live, because there was no technology, no hot water, in a word, no comfort...

But they were happy... No, they were happier than other people...

Imagine that you wake up and the first thing that you can see, it's the sea...there... waiting for you, one space between sea and sky, the nature around you in a place created by you, so far away from everything... I say it clear, if I don't find a job quickly, I'm going to ask them if I can be their new neighbor, because I'm so tired of trying to improve myself in this life...

Lost!

I'm lost... I don't know where I'm going or what I'm doing here...
My body is in a cage and my soul is free... What can I do for stick them together again?

But I have realized... Where is my heart?...
...Where are you? The only one person who will be able to make my heart beat?... in peace...

Don't snatch plants and flowers...and hearts too...

I'm Antigone, and now, I know how my life ends...

Creonte: You must know that enemy, even if he's dead, he isn't a friend.

Antígona: You must know that I was born not for sharing hate, but for sharing love.

Creonte: Then go down there, and, if you have to love, love to the dead ones, because while I'm alive, no woman has to tell me what to do.