Alma Desnuda

Day after day we try to make each other happy.
Day after we try to support each other.
We try to listen to each other to walk side by side.
Sometimes we fail and it’s hard and it’s hurts.
Then we wonder what are we doing?
What went wrong? Where are we going?
Sometimes the arguing, the pain, the silence,
make us want to give up.
Sometimes the anger and the loneliness make us believe that quit is the solution.
To walk away seems to be the greatest relieve.
Why should we continue on a path that can have so many rocks?
We could walk away in the first fight but we decide to say and
not give up on love .
This body that is we, you and I, sometimes split.
Then I walk lost like if loose my head and the fear paralyze my legs,
then I cry like child who lost his mother.
I pray to God that he can help to keep believing in us.
I search for hope under the rocks and in every bit of my heart.
Because I’m sure that without love is just impossible to survive.

Sólo puedes decir que de escribir nada.
Todavía nada, sólo tienes palabras.
Palabras y más palabras.
Palabras que dices y que te callas.
Palabras que hablas, que sueñas,
que de si mismas no son dueñas.
Palabras que cantas que ocultas,
que enseñas.
Palabras que endulzan y envenenan.
Palabras que calman que queman,
que hieren que cortan que duelen.
Y vuelves al laberinto negro
de tus palabras.
Esas tontas que dicen todo y no dicen nada.
¿Y de escribir? Nada.  Sólo palabras, sucias,
tiernas, locas y alborotadas.

La muerte es lo que le da el verdadero sentido a la vida. Que ironía, que tontería, que oscuro sería el mundo si fuéramos eternos. Que solos estaríamos, más aun.