Bit of thinking

And life was generous and gave me a family to love and be loved by. And it gave me a big smile and a part of the world where to enjoy it. And it gave me the health to keep going and the mind to appreciate it at some point. And gave me this instant to think about it and be thankful for all those moments lived and for all the people that were with me, making them even more enjoyable. And the work and effort I had and have to put to keep going with a big smile is actually nothing compared to what I get every single day.

Redescubriéndose

Y me siento tan débil cuando la mayor simpleza me hace derramar una lágrima... y tan emocionada por ver que aún queda algo en mí de humana...

Now the sun?

Yet again my eyes look through the window and see the falling rain... feeling the cold glass on my left cheek and my fingers. England says hello this way and I cannot do anything but sense it and enjoy the fresh air. This fresh air that hardly wakes my ideas as the Spanish sun does at home. Instead it brings me to a calm state and I either open my nose and breathe strongly or open my hands and feel the light heating the palms.
Some moments in life need to be dedicated to the body, and at this very moment of exhausted brains a subtle pleasure like this makes me happy enough.

Una por encargo...

Penetrando en las profundidades a embestidas desgarradoras la vida daba paso ensangrentada y quejosa rodeada de gritos y gemidos que la hacían vibrar a frecuencias insospechadas.
Las manos sudorosas de placer tiraban de la carne con ánimo de desprenderla, la mordía y su acidez impulsaba la desesperación por recorrerla toda y sorber el calor y el deseo candente.
Mas cayeron juntos y pegados con alientos ágiles y pasiones calmadas. Ritmos acelerados se confundian entre ambos corazones...

Tiny moments

And winter came, passion with it. And bodies got naked, souls with them. Was there love? Was there shyness? Just aware of the moment coming, no existing world, hands slipped gently adoring the hot and desired flesh. And all melted like butter under the firm touch, the strong arms grasping every forbidden part in an almost forbidden moment... Tiny intense moments...

Still alive

This weekend has been quite emotional for me. And for it and for some experiences that remained with me during this couple of days (and still now, truth to be said) something came to my mind and eventually was written in a piece of paper. Now I'd like to share it with you:

"Small finger rolling through her face, while smiling.
Softly caressing a 'lost of love' skin, lost by searching,
lost by waiting, lost by crying over purple sheets of a phantom who never came.
And now, even hair raised when a smooth touch reached her,
when a piece of life adored her, when just affection flew over her for a while.
Are you still alive? "Yes", Love answered.

"Estos versos los escribi en algun momento a lo largo del verano pasado, no hay fecha, ni titulo, ni razones que pueda explicar ni ganas, pero me ha hecho ilusion recuperar tantas palabras juntas."

Violentas tormentas azotan,
deseo, delirio, desprecio,
tortura, locura, sosiego,
antiguos momentos ya fueron.

Ahora la calma asoma,
tranquila y negada,
sin fuerza ni aroma,
sin prisas... la toma.

Mas que esperar, pregunta
sin amino y fuerza,
sin rebeldia ni alma,
nada... ya nada...

Sí, tú...

Y te descubres admirando a alguien prohibido, o a alguien a quien nunca conociste y con quien construyes toda una vida... Y sin vivirlo te sientes tan dentro que la rabia te corroe al notar la imagen desvanecerse en tu mente. Y las relaciones son sólo algo irreal, pero las miradas entre tú y lo prohibido siguen dentro de ti. Sólo tú entiendes esas miradas, que nunca traeran nada más que su propio recuerdo, mientras siguen ardiendo lentamente en el fondo de ti hasta que con el paso del tiempo se hundan un poco más profundo y pienses que ya no existen. Sin embargo siguen ahí, siempre siguen ahí... aunque confundidas con la nada... por siempre.

Para aquel que no solo miró, sino que mantuvo su recuerdo en mí...