Mil muertes.

Cada dia de mi vida
-desde que no estas-
Cada dia lentamente
muero mil muertes.

Y todas y cada una de esas muertes
lleva tu nombre de frente y de espalda.

El amor nos deja una herida
en el centro del alma
que nunca cierra
ni para de sangrar.

A .

Empty heart.

After all this time
-all this precious time-
all these years
waiting for a sign.

We came to see
with naked eyes
that love is a non sense joke
a story of colours told by a blind man.

And we sit and breath
and fall apart
with lots in our hands
and an empty heart.

Have a nice weekend.
Try.

A.

Forces of nature

Release your wishes and hopes
Surrender your dreams.
Love is nothing but a joke.
Surrender to the forces of nature.

Forget the past
and forget those there
jump into the pool of now
and make the best of it.

Because in the end
life is a reflex
Just a reflex,
like fear or sex.

A.

At what point?

When do we know that enough is enough?
At what point we realize that love is gone?
Is there any book on this subject which could guide us?
When do we know that is not "we" anymore?

Can real, strong love die?
If the answer is yes, send me
the contact numbers of a
time-machine rental shop.

A.

What's your name, anyway?

Do you have what it takes
to fix your wrong moves in the past?

You were very young, my love.
Many things shouldn't happened.
Many things should be happening.
How can I pretend I didn't notice you.

Somebody impressed me
-what can I do?-
You made me make moves
'cause I just had to get to you.

When I close my eyes
I see you.
In a perfect tunnel vision
-and you are smiling at the other end.

And you say I don't know you
after all we've been through.
-too soon to say-
What's your name anyway?

A.

Bakery.

I could go with slippers

with you, on a rainy day

in an asian country

to buy fresh bread in the next Bakery. 

And make jokes to you

the whole trip

just to see your smile under the umbrella

just to touch your wet hands. 

That will be enough for me. 

That much I love you. 

A.

The way it should be.

If everything ends up

the way it should

we should walk on a given rainy day

towards the Eiffel Tower. 

Then we go for a fresh croissant

and a hot capuccino. 

A.

Rain...

Rain

Is all over me. 

All over here.

All over my existence. 

Is making me breath

as if I am in front of the gray sea

on a cold rainy day

with my mind sleeping above the clouds. 

A coffee comes to my rescue

And Rain smiles

-The eternal Rain-

As if there's no possible rescue for me.

This mix Rain- Dreamer-Passion

was not decided on earth...no sir. 

-it was mixed way above-

with terrestrial consequences. 

A.

It bleeds.

Usually my heart beats fast
for some good things in life.
But when it comes about you,
my heart bleeds instead.

Your name
your pictures
make me really feel like
I've been locked out of heaven.

A.