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.