A la joya perdida.

Ahora que siento el mar caribe
vibrar bajos mis pies, en horas nocturnas
ahora, que tu corazón se enfría a lo lejos, en la urna
me asalta la clarividencia del que escribe
-de como se vería tu rostro acá, sin el frío declive
ni la soledad infinita que te abruma.-

Que sonrisa le pintarías al cielo
y a las oscuras golondrinas?
Te soltarías el pelo?
Danzarías cual bailarina?

El duende injusto
de los que se van primero
te quiso ver de cerca
te atrapó en su tintero.

Te llevaste los colores contigo
y el reloj dejó de caminar
-la sal ya no sabe mas a sal-
y el aire a penas se deja respirar.

Vayan estas palabras sueltas
a la joya pequeña.

A la joya perdida.

Con la mirada nublada
-una pregunta en el pecho-
una llaga que no cierra
y con sangre en los dedos.

A.

El tiempo

Es el señor tiempo
poderoso caballero
con corte y clase colonial
de peluca blanca y pañuelo.

Se lleva de nuestras vidas
todo lo que no está en nuestro destino
lo hace con puntería, con buen tino
y con la elegancia del rey midas.

Es un señor de gustos traviesos
-nos hace emocionar con fantasias-
luego nos amarra (de repente) en medio de las vias
para que el tren del olvido nos triture los huesos.

Y mucho, mucho tiempo después
cuando la marea se ha calmado
abrimos nuestros ojos pasmados
y no recordamos nada como fue.

Poderoso caballero
es el señor tiempo.

Nos salva del amor eterno
Y nos coce a fuego lento.

A.

Starbucks.

When I enter Starbucks
and get a big hot café latte
I feel like a castaway holding to a piece of wood
floating in the middle of a lost, cold ocean.

Like an anonymous fish 
who've lost its sense of direction.

Am looking for you
-through the years-
hoping to find you
looking right at me from a corner.

Does darkness ends in light?

Never been closer to heaven
never been farther away.

A.

Hello

From the other side.

:-)

.

Minor earth

It's clear you have your life all figured it out
-Although am no longer part of your story-
It seems like all the shiny moon dust
has finally settle in your snow globe.

And am happy about it
And am very sad.

You see, it's a minor earth
for those who try to steal the sunshine
from a pre-paid heart.

And I've tried, I've tried and I've tried.

But it never comes out right.

It's a minor earth
Major sky.

A.

Weather

There was always a gentle breeze
waiting for me in your arms
clouds of hopes in your eyes
storm of happiness in your heart.

Then the autumn took you away
and the leaves of your precious smile
started falling down and turning gray
like a last dance -with a swan style-

Now the cold sea is here
is frozen, all around me
the pictures of you are starting to fade away
I can't remember your face anymore.

Some may call it harsh weather...
Some may call it life.

But the truth is the truth
I can't remember your face.

A.

Gmail

We all know Gmail.

But why Gmail?
Why not Amail?
Or Rmail...Kmail...
Or Ymail? ...wait...
Isn't Ymail Yahoo mail? yes!

Whatever...

Wait...why not Xmail?
Sound more interesting to open
-like some sort of Indiana Jones mail type-
to navigate through...Xmail.

Does anybody have a connection
a telephone number
to the google gurus?

we could negotiate the idea!

Xmail may attract more interesting people
the warriors -the adventurous ones-.

The silly ones are already attracted by anything
"Some will sell their dreams for small desires".

Xmail, by Guariru.
(If it's not done yet)

;-)

A.

Powerball

The sensation of your absence
-your eternal absence in my life-
feels like a huge Powerball
sticking me down to Starbucks
glueing my pupils to this screen.

And this is not a complain
no, it isn't.

It's more of an information
...like an honest confession.

A.

El Amor en los tiempos del Cólera.

Es acaso, mi adorada Dulcinea del Toboso,
nuestro amor como aquel Amor
en los tiempos del Cólera
solemne, ciego y poderoso?

Estamos tu y yo condenados para siempre
a morir de amor juntos
cuando las canas nos cubran,
cuando el corazón apenas se mueva?

No tiene el cielo clemencia
ni muestra piadosa caridad
con almas gemelas que se quieren
a travez de la eternidad?

A.

El Amor.

Algunas cosas -como el Amor- nunca cambian.

Siempre están ahi...
mirándonos a los ojos a medianoche
-con fe de niño huerfano
y esperanza eterna, indeleble-.

Como gran mancha de acero
cual tentaculo incansable.

Y así es como es.
A travez de los tiempos
...y la implacable distancia.

La mejor excusa del gran papa
para seguir girando .

A.

Comfort zones.

Great things
-say, extraordinary things-
never come from comfort zones.

It explains your life in a shot.

A.

To love you.

I consider to love you
as an art - in its most pure class-
If it was a science
I'd have my PhD.

A.

With a sense of purpose.

I may not love you
in the exact way that you expect
but I love you with a sense of purpose...
and I put all my soul into it.

A.

Delicious.

Delicious

Sometimes defined as delectable,
mouthwatering, appetizing, tasty,
palatable, succulent, yummy...

Your lips are delicious.

Nobody knows it
but you have a secret smile
and you use it only for me
...right after you kiss me.

Nobody knows it.
Nobody knows it.

A.

Dessert.

I love desserts.

...It's the whole purpose of having dinner!

(In fact, I usually start with dessert.)

I can't wait.

A.

Surprise surprise.

You reap what you sow.

Make poor efforts,
get poor results.

As simple as that.

It's pure logic.

A.

What if?

What if you meet
the love of your life
but you already married someone else?
Are you going to let it pass you by?

(Drew Barrymore)

A.

Move on.

 

"The past is the past. It's gone.
Don't let it kill you. Get over the bad things that happened.
It's gone. People change. Situations change.
Memories are designed to fade and sometimes remain.
But it's time to move on. Life is waiting for you"


-Old Klingon proverb.

Nowhere.

The truth that you're looking to find
it's nowhere outside of your mind.

Nowhere.

A.

Holidays.

 

 

Can we get a vacation from ourselves?
And go to some new place
with fresh eyes
and fresh perspectives
-being somebody else-
seeing the world for the first time.

Are we the same we wanted to be?

Are we ourselves?
Is that a fact
or a hope?

A.

This side of the world.

This side of the world has a wider, bigger sky
a deep red sea, full of creatures -and spices-
-full of silence and heat at days-
hot red blood pumping my veins at nights.

Exotic hearts
Pretty eyes
Cotton lips
Skin of stars.

A smile covered with glitter
with a wonderful pair of legs.

This is the side in which time stops
(days become years in just seconds)
Time is nothing but a fable,
a bedtime story for kids.

However, with a slice of Netflix,
White pillows floating on dark, silky hair,
and a cup of swimming pool
life is way more bearable.

For this is not the other side of the world
This is the odd one.

A.

It happens.

You never say "hey"
or remember my name
It's probably 'cause
You think you're cooler than me.

(Mike Posner).

Forever.

Who wants to live forever?

What for?

You really want it...or
You're just scared to die?

Totally different things.

And eternity may bored you to death.

Just enjoy the ride
And when the time comes
Let it go
Peacefully.

Let it go
Let it go.

A.

Got love?

The difference

between eternal love

and eternity

is quite simple.



Eternal love last a little longer.



Have you got the chance

to catch one of those?



It's painful, isn't it?



A.

Yoga for robots.

If you're good and you die,

you live forever.



But if you're bad

you die when you die.

Who?

Who will bury us

when we die?



A.

The secret

You were always changing sides

there's no sorrow in your eyes

You can keep it covered...

(The secret in your heart).



Now there is no one to know

or claim any prize.



The secret's flying high.



And you can relax on your chair

there's nothing behind.



The secret was just a part time.



A.

Bittersweet symphony.

I have no agenda

(or super-plan)

when it comes to Love.

Feels like am just waiting for the bus.



...on a dark rainy day.



A.

Y la vida va.

Te despiertas -con sueño todavía-

Buscas -como robot- tus sandalias,

y sentado en el baño desvarías.

Le das un vistazo al mundo social.



Te tomas un cafe, unas tostadas, algún queso, frutas...

y piensas en todo lo que se quedó por hacer

-Mientras alimentas tus peces-

Vas programando mentalmente tus rutas.



Te preguntas si alguien se acuerda de ti

mientras hueles el shampoo

que se desliza por tu cara

y una melodía se pasea por tu mente:

I got my summertime, summertime sadness (Lana)



Eliges el perfume mientras te haces la corbata

Repasas tus actividades del día

Y sigues pensando sin querer pensar

en como serian las cosas con ella

si no hubieran salido mal.



Recibes un mensaje

un video tonto en WhatsApp

Envías una carita feliz

Y la vida va.



Alguien muy elegante te escribe I love you...

De manera automática

-y de acuerdo con las reglas-

le escribes I love you too.



Y la vida va.



Abres la nevera

Tomas tu jugo de vegetales para el camino

Le das un vistazo a la casa, antes de salir a tu destino.

Y la vida va.



Por donde anda cupido?

En serio...alguien tiene su WhatsApp?



A.

The best storytellers.

May I confess

I had a strange dream last night, my dear.



While running her fingers through the stars...

a friendly ghost was softly whispering to my ear.

And as she described amazing love stories

Falling from her face I noticed some tears.



I was not scared, no. Not scared...

Rather shocked and mesmerized

by how deep her words reached my soul

covering with gold dust my heart and eyes.



But the best storyteller is not

a ghost with soft look.



Not ancient words stolen from old magic books



Or the words dripping from clouds silver and clear.



Because the best storytellers are in fact, our own painful tears.



A.

Absolutely fabulous.

Have you had this a-ha moment
(that may comes as a surprise)
in which you feel like waking up
from a dream of thousand nights?

It's like when the bleeding
-of a very old and deep wound-
suddenly (and for no particular reason) stops
and doesn't hurt you anymore.

It's fabulous darling.

It's absolutely fabulous.

A.

Absolutely true.

Who could believe it?



Time does heal everything.



Next time you feel like dying



...just give some time. :-)



A.

The show must go on.

Put your make up
your incredible attire.

Get your exotic accessories on
-and don't forget to smile-

Nothing has happened here
it was just a glitch in your perfect routine.

Life goes on
and the show must go on.

A.

Empty games.

I don't want to continue
playing empty games.

Empty games
lead to empty life.

Am tired of empty hopes.
Am tired of saying -and hearing-
colorful, enormous empty lies.

We've got nothing in common.

You have so much to lose.

A.

Loneliness.

I was kind of happy with my life.

I never knew what means, or what feels to be alone.

Until I met you.


A.

Nirvana

I've finally discovered
what life's about.

I've finally discovered
what's the meaning of life.

Peace... a cup of coffee
a good book
a small yogurt - without fruits-.
good, warm cotton socks.

No phone calls,
No memories
-memories are designed to fade out-
just a simple, delicate purple rain.

Then you'll find nirvana.

A simple song
-your funny uncle-
can give you a VIP ticket to Neverland.

Life is about nothing in the end
-and about what happens in between-

Alpha.

Chicas malas.

Los besos que te dan las chicas malas
salen mas caros cuando los regalan.

A.

Oz

Oz never did give nothing to the Tin man.
...That he didn't already have.

A.

It's a very short life.

There's no time for regrets
Or "what if...?"
No time for tears
No time for fears.

No more whispers in the dark
No more wishing on a star

Isn't it midnight
on the other side of the world?
Was it you who said
you will love no more?

And then we never had time
-it was clear from the beginning-
I saw it written in your eyes:
You will never truly be mine.

It's a short life, after all.

A.

Antartica.

Nadando en las aguas profundas de tu amor
- a medianoche, cuando duerme el sol-
descubrí confundido, entre malabares
que nadaba perdido, entre témpanos y glaciares.

Y me sobrecoge la vision certera
de una mariposa de azul celestial
posada sobre la luna, en quieta espera
mientras sangra gotas de oro en el mar.

Y no entiendo el cuadro
-tanto frío, tanta tristeza -
pues es suyo mi corazón,
-se pasa todo el día en mi cabeza.-

Me ha tocado enamorarme
de un ser mitológico y extraño
Me he enamorado de la medusa
y en ella pienso todo el año.

A.

Through the barricades.

My whole life
-All the time-
I've found love
through the barricades.

A.

No se.

El problema no es que ya no me quieras
eso, en cierta manera era esperado
(Dejabas pistas por doquier)
era cuestión de tiempo.

El problema
(El verdadero problema)
es que no se como olvidarte
- y eso si es un asunto grave-

Me enseñaste a amar
pero no me enseñaste a olvidarte.

A.

Has anyone?

Has anyone written anything for you?

(Other than this blog)

Or am I the only lucky guy?

I think I have the madness
and enough love to do it.
Anyway, when you build your house
call me. Call me on the phone.

Because, you see
you only grow in my heart.

A.

I miss my baby.

In the absence of security
I made my way into the night
Stupid cupid keeps on calling me
but I see nothing in his eyes.

I miss my baby.

Alpha.

Drippin' memories.

My heart

-my vagabond heart-

choose rainy days

for drippin' memories.



It's raining in Doha.



A.

Raining in heaven.

Sometimes
-when I think of you-
my soul feels so lonely
cold and forsaken.

As if nothing really matters
- it's the whole world sleeping?-
as if the light escape out the door
as if it's raining in heaven.

But there no escape from this life.
...Only the good die young.

A.

Saber como estas.

A veces quisiera poder espiarte
desde mi rincón en el mundo
-por el ojillo de la cerradura-
solo para saber como estas.

Verte- aunque no me veas-
pero verte en tiempo real.
Para saber de ti.
Para saber que estas bien.

Al paso de los años
es lo que me interesa:
saber que estas bien
y que no te falta nada.

Que tienes una vida plena
llena de dicha y felicidad.
Que la nave del amor puso sus anclas
en tu puerto, frente a tu catedral.

Que eres feliz
y sonries a la vida
y la vida te sonrie a ti.
Esa sería mi mayor dicha.

A veces quisiera poder espiarte
desde mi rincón en el desierto.

A.

Private joke # 03

Teach her Chess.

She may have a natural talent for that.

A.

What you need.

Life will always give you
what you need.

If you take an honest look
at what you currently have in your life...
you realize (and should agree with me)
It is ...exactly what you need!

And in just very rare occasions
-in very mysterious ways-
life will give you what you want
(For a short period of time).

And you will spend
half of your life
looking for it.
To live again.

But hey,
nobody said life will be fair.

Alpha.