Don’t blame me for my darkness,
blame your lust,
your craving of perfection.
Darkness lies within my eyes,
within my hair,
within my soul,
and it will remain there...
It makes me remember,
That my skin has the color of my land
Land bathed with blood
Blood from my brothers and sisters
children of the corn,
children of Tlaloc,
by the wishes of lustful, unmerciful men
It makes my chest explode,
pieces of my heart scattered all over the place
I feel the rage of those emerald volcanoes
who couldn’t protect their people
In my mouth, the spanish tongue
Neruda and his inmortal verses
García Marquez speaks to me
Descended into an abysm
It is a Fallen Star
By the world forgotten
They fought for its conception
But once born, abandoned
Tossed into the ground
It was easy to judge
It was hard to blame
Acting like you care
but hiding the stairs
The Fallen Star
Condemned it was
Remaining in silence
Like a wild captive beast
The accusing finger
pointing at its forehead
People preferred Barabbas
he is supposed to lead
People denied Jesus
he is supposed to wait for posthumous
What is expected of a dark star?
What is expected of an old soul?
What is expected of a moon child?
I saw my black hair fall
into the darkness of my heart,
so I could let go the fault
of waiting for you to call.
I crossed the street this evening,
Between the strangers, my eyes caught a glimpse of you.
When I looked behind my shoulder to see if you were coming,
I realized it was just the ghost of you.
The ghost of you keeps walking,
After thirteen winters, still no clue.
Your destiny is to continue wandering,
Since you rejected my compass of shiny blue.
Our paths crossed, but were not meant to be.
I was blind for not realizing
that you were never for me.
Midnight black strands slowly fell over the floor.
The silver scissors took their life.
The crimson thread was tore apart
because the f...
My Spanish guitar
singing in the dark
Blue is the midnight
and dancing is the star ⭐️
The city never sleeps 🌃
But enchanted today is
Morpheus and his courtesy🌌
which no one couldn't resist
I'm the only one
hiding from the moon🌕
creating stories before dawn
Waiting for my beloved genie
waiting for him to set me free
Death is around here
and I'm not afraid of her
she only wants to hear
why there were forty thieves?
why seven times a sailor had to sail?
The midnight rainbow shines in the sky
I'll remain here,
until the sun rises
with Death as my only witness
and the moon as my only friend...🌝
En las canciones de aquellos años ...
En los niños de la misma edad...
Cuando alguien habla de su primer amor...
En el cielo , porque pienso que ahora lo surcas y lo conquistas como hace mucho soñaste...
En las noches , porque me pregunto como estaras ...
En alguna anécdota loca , porque tu estabas presente ...
te recuerdo y espero estes bien
Today is the last day of the year...
Tomorrow is a new beginning
Sadly you won't be there,
You won't be there tomorrow,
You won't be there the day after tomorrow,
You won't be there next week or next month,
You just won't be there.
During those wonderful years of innocence, you were always there,
Late but there ...
Time had passed, we grew apart and walked away,
You were born with the shining star of success ,
Wherever you go, all the human souls try to reach you, to be deeply touch by your brightness,
When I was born, I was marked with eternal solitude and my dim light fights with my intense, obscure darkness,
But you were able to discover my weak light, you crossed all the shadows t...
What is it about the past, that keeps coming to you in the loneliness of dawn ? Or in the glimpse of sunlight escaping from a cloud? The past sometimes comes back when you hear a child giggle or when the wind solemnly moves the green leaves of the trees in the gentle summer. The past feels like a pain in the chest sometimes and you have to stay quiet and don't say a word, because no one will understand how it feels... You try to let go, but the past keeps embracing you. Suddenly it tells you, My child, you belong to Nostalgia.
Señora, no le quite años a su vida, Pongale vida a los años que es mejor...
I want to imagine where you are John...maybe you are in the land you always imagined, where there's "nothing to kill or die for" . I wish that place could come soon John, everyday I hear the news , I hear people are killed for some reason . Human's life is precious , sometimes the reasons we think are justified to kill someone are not worth it. Wherever you are John, I hope you are in peace with no borders , no one being called illegal alien , bitch, burglar , nigger ; no one being raped or nobody losing their home, freedom or life ...Wherever you are John, keep praying for the ones that are still here ... fighting
with love ,
Voy a cocinar un postre
Le pondré manzanas de felicidad
Para que te comas una ,
y seas feliz...todo el día y me digas que no puedes vivir sin mí...
- Natalia y La Forquetina
A few weeks ago , I published a letter in spanish about myself , what I consider are my actual attributes and what exactly I think I am ... just myself . I can't actually find the words to describe myself . I know my mother sees an intelligent girl , that always came home with good grades , and that gets distracted too easily . Because of that condition , she denominated herself as my protector . She sees me as the most beautiful girl in the world , and she claims herself my mother , my protector and what I suspect everytime I see her eyes looking at me , that's she believes she 's actually my owner as well. ( I'm not exaggerating , if you think I'm lying I can give you e...
He's a real nowhere man,
sitting in his nowhere land ,
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody...
Doesn't have a point of view
Knows not where he is going to,
Isn't he a bit like you and me ?
Pursuit ...it seems that we were born only for pursuit and follow... we have to walk and walk and go all the way around life ... without a clear direction and without clear instructions... against time , who looks short or long . We are taught that life is short and that we should accomplish our goals, but sometimes life tricks us and plays with our infinite patience, taking us on a long trip , always waiting for something spectacular to happen, always waiting for a miracle , but never expecting death , that is always around the corner . Every day we have to walk side by side with death, without escape . We have to keep walking and keep going this road because there's no other thing to do .....
" y lo asustó la sospecha tardía de que es la vida, más que la muerte, la que no tiene límites."
Gabriel García Marquez
"El Amor en los tiempos del Cólera"
Gracias Gabo , ha pasado un año de tu partida ...pero tu espiritú y tus libros estan vivos para siempre ... #GraciasGabo
The most precious treasure that a human being can have is FREEDOM... without freedom we're dead , we are living dead ...
without will , without dreams , without love ... Freedom gives us courage , freedom gives us soul , freedom gives us dreams... When we feel freedom running through our veins , it means we are Alive... Life is freedom ... Our bodies can be trapped , but our souls are free... The greatest men and women of history were inspired by freedom . We have to be inspired just by one thing ...
Dreaming of freedom...
Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca..(...)
"Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada"
Do we really know the world we're fighting for ?
Think about it ...
Sometimes we want to change the world , but we pretend we can do it by sitting in our chairs in front of a computer , or texting heroic phrases in our phone so all our contacts can see it and think you are an intellectual.
You don't know about the girl that's being rape because she is being educated to think that woman has to obey man ... or the poor old man that sees you getting out of a mall with tons of purchases and he doesn't even have for a cup of tea ... because he was forgotten and will die anonimously ... You don't remember those poor boys who find a home on the streets because their parents forgot about them ....
Soy nada y soy todo ... no soy de aqui ni soy de alla ... siempre lejos, nunca cerca ... soy aire , fuego , agua... pero sobre todo tierra ...
Forastera del mundo ... Extranjera en mi misma tierra ... Soy niña y mujer , soy alma y cuerpo , soy pureza y maldad ... Mezcla de inocencia y sensualidad ... de dulce y amargo ... pero sobre todo soy yo ...
De verdad cual es la verdadera fuerza del corazón ? Porque nos apegamos a otros seres ? Porque nacimos con la capacidad de amar pero al mismo tiempo de herirnos ? Cual es el proposito de nacer asi? Se supone que esta capacidad nos hace diferente de los animales , no ? Entonces, porque no podemos amar a quien nos ama? Porque nos enamoramos de lo externo como hacen los animales y dejar atras a quienes nos aman con todo y nuestros problemas ? Es acaso este el verdadero próposito de la vida ?
...Porque no podemos amar para siempre ?
y la vida ... y la vida , y la vida se detuvo para siempre en tu mirar ... y tus ojos... y tu ojos y mis ojos me dejaron como tonta, hipnotizada ..
y de a poco , de a poco de a poquito nos buscamos un lugarcito pequeñito para amarnos ... ay que bella que es la vida ... ay me estoy enamorando!
"Y la vida"