|I write poetry and short stories for all the women out there. Instagram @nachobandoni Twitter @ibone77|
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.
will be closed
in a short time
and they will be
nothing but scars
that will remind me
of what I have lived,
will not hurt me anymore.
And I can’t do it
Love transforms you.
It makes you a child.
And we all want to be a child again.
There is nothing more I need,
with your love
I have everything.
She had waited for this moment for years.
And now had finally arrived.
She opened her eyes
and there he was.
A little misaligned and soaking wet.
The storm had lasted longer than they had announced earlier.
A part of her wanted to scream with joy but there was an expression on his face that persuaded her
not to do so.
From the distance
she noticed that something was not right.
As he walked towards her she could see that he was uncomfortable.
He took great steps until he reached her.
She was sheltered
under a small roof
at the train station.
Like magic, he pulled a bouquet of red roses under his pilot.
“They are 7” he said, “...like the days we were not together.
If you feel laziness.
Look for something that motivates you.
Your own purpose.
The only way to draw strength when you are not motivated is to feed on the emotion that gives you a reason.
Clear up your head,
try to come up with a plan and then follow it.
A clear, step by step plan makes it easier to start because people like following orders better than making decisions.
Don’t be trapped with feelings or thoughts that won’t do you any good.
Never give up until it’s done.
#SKYLARK CHALLENGE 169
He came up to the open.
He was tired to prowl.
He couldn't see the sniper.
He was exhausted an far away from his home.
His hunger snaped his untiring instict.
In a fraction of a second,
his mystic stare
The accurate shot knocked him down.
He was no longer the leader.
With time nature erased his body.
But not his memory of his pack.
can make you think
for a while,
can make you shred
but the meaning
deep in your soul forever.
We are programmed to avoid thinking about the time we have left to live. So we feel that we always have the opportunity to do things that make us happy "Everyone agrees that the most important thing in life is family and friends. However we do not take them long enough. But if we lose hours and days of our lives, watching tv, browsing the internet and using a mobile phone How much longer are you willing to lose?
Let's burn out
and fade away
in eternal starlight.
inside of me
only speaks of darkness.
Cause all my hidden truths will shine
and the spirit
of all my lies
will be claimed.
... and he shuddered.
He had never seen such a beautiful woman.
Her smile illuminated the place like the golden light of the sun at sunset.
Not even in his best dreams he had imagined someone so beautiful. He got so nervous that he accidentally winked at her. And without thinking she did the same.
They could not stop looking
at each other. And for some
reason she could not stop her
He was trapped.
She looked so happy that she seemed to float on the floor.
He got up from his seat and approached her.
Face to face he stared,
losing himself into the intense
light and deep green eyes
that did not stop looking at
Time stopped for a moment for both. A...
A bad dream.
I rose from the chaos
of empty dreams
full of apathyc desires.
I was completely exhibited
to the dark side of humanity
in the edge of a very deep abyss.
I saw your face
painted of words unsaid
from blurred shapes of insanity
that silently scream your name
in a time of no return.
I closed my eyes
and saw arbitrary blackness. Gushes
of a fade dirty dead world covered by dense ruby blood
and I didn´t care.
I could see nothing
even if I wanted,
just felt the sound
of all things
breaking around me
like thousands of broken glasses
that shuddered my body.
everything I said
to the persons that I ever loved.
I was a lonely man.
The art of loving
isn’t hard to master.
It is a maze through were life goes on
and every meaning is
unraveled with time.
We are all thieves
of unspoken words
trapped in each others lost thoughts.
The selfish feeling of knowing how beautiful it is when someone you love only wants you.
Her lovely husband with tears in his eyes broke the silence and began to say:
“Life is a constant repetition of experiences. Some very good and others very bad that keep the balance. They say that a life well lived is one that accumulates a positive balance of good experiences lived with those people that you loved the most throughout your life.
We are not prepared for death, much less to lose a loved one, but they say that when you reach your earthly end a new stage begins.
We will have to wait to see if it is true.”
“I always loved you, you were the love of my life and you always will be.
Rest in peace now,
until the day we will met again.”
Life teaches us
to make good use of time.
And time teaches us
the value of life.
That was the voice of her own mind whispering:
“Sometimes a moment of strife needs a kiss and a hug. Yet we always rise high above and return to joyful places. After trouble rises like the ocean tide or like the enduring mountain standing against time. Our bond is built upon an unquenchable love. My heart still beating, and in each breath I fill a collection of joys and sorrows…”
13 word story.
has weak moments.
The imperfection of freedom
of the free will.
It was too much. It simply was too much. She told herself. She curled up into a ball when the door opened...
He entered the room with tears on his face.
I am so sorry darling. I’ve been so hard on you, that’s the problem.
When you decide to forgive me, you can come knocking on my door at anytime, anyday, from now on and I will open my arms wider and say “come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.”
The sky turned darker and darker as she walked toward the beach.
This can’t be a good sign, she thought to herself...
Waves hit the shore again
and all her footprints are gone
provocative enough to feel like they tried to catch her.
How dangerous is it to ignore the power of mother nature?
It’s beautiful to stare and magnificent enough to bewitch but
powerful to drown you.
To erase you from the face of the earth without anyone ever noticing.
The wind increases its intensity
strangely irresistible to avoid to escape.
She can’t go back now to start all over.
She feels so tired to fight, with no strength to get out of there.
Her thoughts are too loud for the world to hear
and her words too shy ...
are unpredictable journeys
with secret destinations
on which each traveler
is unaware of their own fate.
... he approached her neck and whispered:
“How can I not love you
if you are the only
person who, despite my mistakes,
you’re still by my side.”