|I write poetry for all the women out there and short stories. Instagram @nachobandoni Twitter @ibone77|
are often on the other
side of the broken.
All is temporary.
But there is something
that never changes
true family love.
Once I risked my life
to save yours,
and I couldn't call you
if you wasn't willing
to do the same.
...When out of nowhere he saw a group of palm trees in the distance. That was final.
The heat was unbearable.
His dry, brittle lips
ached every time he made a gesture.
The skin of his face
and hands had taken on
the shape and consistency of worn leather.
He couldn't feel his feet.
The tiredness was extreme.
He could not remember when it was the last
time he had taken at least a sip of water.
He went there without thinking.
He knew it was his last chance.
What he did not know
was that his eyes were looking at a mirage,
the dehydrated mind is dangerous, the instinct
fails and the freedom to
think is a conscious trap that betrays.
Your life is just a gift
that time slowly unwraps.
A sinful shimmering pain
all over your body
that shapes and marks your heart from Love that burnt too deep.
From passions that blow your mind and bring you only sleepless nights.
Turning one way
then to another in profound confusion and playing with your skin, teasing it with his immutable humor and moulding your spirit with the remembrance of his experienced hands.
I am a man
that can't avoid living
in your sky of thoughts,
I am a bird
that can't fly on top of
your high walls full of
I am a blurry story
that you miss allmost
nights of a warrior
into a knight,
I am a shadow
that hurts sunlight
and you know through
it is also oblivion.
Where you've been..
it doesn't matter.
Where you are now...
touches my life.
Where we might go together...
full my dreams.
Love is a word we both find hard to mention.
Our hearts, once wounded, and they're careful to avoid more pain everytime.
Yet when I'm with you something seems to happen...
Whatever you do
Wherever you are
Always be brave
Choose Love Anytime.
The sweet burn of love on an empty stomach.
Today I wake up
to find and realize
that this is the day
when I decide to no longer
be with you anymore.
And in this moment
that seems like an eternity
I stare at you, looking at your eyes.
It’s that feeling that
comes over you when it
seems like everything
But then It hits me again
that nauseous feeling
but with imperturbable calm
I reply back:
It's hard to answer your question:
"What's wrong?" When nothing's right.
won't dance with themselves,
they're waiting for you rushing into my thinking,
veiling my emotional euphoria.
Resistance is futile.
They help me smile
when I miss you most.
Life is too short
not to be crazy in love with someone.
And I am madly
in love with you.
You are my sweet temptation…
My permanent infatuation.
My heart fluttered
from the first time
I saw you smile at me.
I felt faint in ecstasy.
I don't want to lose you
because if I did,
I would have lost
my unconditional half,
my desire to live,
my true love,
Risk improves the arousal
being shy is so precious especially when you're too embarrassed to say what you want.
Make me want to steal you a kiss, the kind of kiss that you can't forget. Like a ray of sunlight through clouds in sunrise.
I run my hand through your hair.
I run my heart through your veins.
Seducing your mind to find your soul.
I don't like any of the two options, but if I had to choose one, I would definitely choose the first. Being in love with someone who does not love me back gives me the option of being able to overcome that apathy and somehow with time and my actions she realize how much I love her.
The rain hid her tears as she stood there, waiting for the last train home. When suddenly someone walked up to her.
It was the love of her life. His arms wrapped her once more. One last time. His huge hands, always warm, dried her cheeks. He had waited for the rain to start down to hide the sound of his voice. He couldn't bear to see her like that. He approached her with determination and touched her lips, a very cold lips. But she had remained motionless, unable to offer any sign. Their eyes crossed and they faced each other face to face, doing nothing, just looking into each other's eyes, like someone facing someone who wants intensely but knows that it is not the place or the moment at thi...
Today I want to talk to you. To you who are giving pity out there with a broken heart in a pocket. Today I write to you to tell you that this pain is temporary. That pain helps you grow. To develop you as a person. But today you will forget about it. Today you are going to pamper yourself and you will devote yourself to spoiling yourself, to indulge you in something you want to do and you have been delaying. Today is the first day where you will begin to forget it. I call it mutable pain. You know why?
because you have the possibility to change it, to replace it with another feeling that makes you feel a little better. The best remedy for this type of pain is time. So do not go crazy. You al...
Today is a special day. It's women's day.
We are all in this world thanks to one of them. Our mother.
Thanks to them,
each one of us perceives the world in a different way. Many times with much effort, dedication, sacrifice and above all, love. Pure and uncondicional love. Without their love, today we would not be the people we are.
I am sitting at the typewriter writing these lines and I realize how important women are in my life. I am surrounded by them and from each one I have learned something and I continue to learn every day. To those who are still alive like my mother, my mother-in-law, my sister, my aunts, my cousins, my daughters, my sisters-in-law and my nieces to all of them I ...
A corruption disease where politicians subdue the poor and ignorant majority,
submerging it in an eternal dream of rights without obligations.
A chaotic paradise dancing in circles of whirling of denial.
A live pretending and thinking there’s another possible ending.
0 The infinite mystery of life.
6 From the moment you were conceived.
2 You were
9 A life full of memories from your mother's womb.
7 Time becomes an infinite sense of love.
2 Remember that.
There are four different ways to reach me:
by the way of looking,
by way of kisses,
by way of the imagination or by way of passion.
But there is a hierarchy:
looking only doesn't work,
your kisses and imagination alone either.
Magic happens when you follow your passion.
Universe always falls in love with a stubborn heart.
The risk of not finding you. Of not being able to see you anymore.
It's been many years and I still don't tell you how much I love you.
The adventure of this rollercoaster ride called life,
took us further away more than I would like.
It has been a long time.
I'm old for these things. But I don't care about anything, not even look ridiculous.
I bought you 55 red roses. The color of passion that was never matched.
And I'll try one more time. Only for the pleasure that gives me seeing you again.
Surely the end of an unrequited love.
We are "the mission impossible" ... something that life rarely makes you meet... again...
But when we do,
the smell you have it reminds me of something...
I want a furious embrace. Chaotic. Wild.
One of those that take your breathe away,
Where we create a sweat mix and saliva storm with each other ....
I like your forever kisses and you love my infinites now whispers. Which sometimes last a lifetime. Rarely more than ever.
With you I found the reasons for my passion. If you're going to think of me,
do it inappropriately.
Writing is my escape. When there are unlimited words to read, my own thoughts are often difficult to find.
Essentially, writing separates my mind from my own reality and creates a path that takes to a journey to the person that will read it.
I am not crazy,
I just can't let my heart settle in a cage.
I was born wild and sometimes I need to write to let my chaos go away.
That is the essence of my inner freedom.
The light of the words that I choose cause the flames in yours.
And I was always willing to burn for everything that I ever loved.
Forgetting about what is polite or proper to explore into what is sincere and honest.
Let me lead you through the labyrinth of my true words.
If you are reading this is because something happened, neither good nor bad just happened.
Since you were 7 years old, you had the gift of writing. Every time a subject called your attention you took a pencil and a paper and you started writing.
Maybe today you do not feel the same, maybe today you can not write more but what I can tell you right now and believe me, is that when you had a passion for something as big as the one you had, somewhere in your memory there is still that flame.
Every day sit down in front of a piece of paper and write what you feel, with your open heart in your hand and let yourself go.
As time passes, the sensation of that flame that seems extinguished today, w...
Life is what happens in front of our noses,
many times without realizing it.
Life is time and time, unlike life, it does not stop.
Goes on and on and on and on.
It runs over you.
It stomps on you.
It drives you away.
But we should not ignore time.
Because life slips through our fingers. Like when you wash your hands.
So let's not waste time on useless things.
Let's take this opportunity to collect as many cute memories that give real and genuine testimony that we live a dignified life, full of love and justice.
If you don’t love me now
I will be waiting.
you're going to hear a voice from inside you
that tells you:
“You made a terrible mistake.”
The best hugs
are those that last seconds and will eternally with you.
The feeling of vertigo
when I am sitting in front
of a blank sheet.
The possibility of creating
or inventing something from scratch so that others can enjoy it.
The challenge of thinking about something you're happy to reread.
Awakening in the middle of the dream just because you came up with something you do not want to forget and leave it written on a paper forever.
That is my true passion
and the one that has been with me
since I was 7 years old.