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.

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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.

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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.

:-)

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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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 .

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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.

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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.

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Dessert.

I love desserts.

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

(In fact, I usually start with dessert.)

I can't wait.

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Surprise surprise.

You reap what you sow.

Make poor efforts,
get poor results.

As simple as that.

It's pure logic.

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