Why me?

Why me?
There must be dozens other hearts to break…
Why am I stuck here?
What does she sees in me?
Why me?

Time is passing by…
Why does it goes so slow?
Why me?
Choose anyone but me.

A.

I can see you…

I can see you…
I just have to close my eyes.

A.

coming from very very far.

 

...And tired.

Existentially tired.

A.

Running solo.

There was a spring time
….few years ago
where a couple of strong eagles
shared the blue sky in frenetic dance

They were immersed passionately
in a warm bath of sunshine
rolling in the sunlight, breathing fresh air
feeling their hearts pounding in every second.

It was paradise on earth
It was a never-ending story
Living in the edge of the universe
Living like there's no tomorrow.

It was a dream.

And this was all for you
..:now it's all tor nothing.

Alpha.

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There's no air, no sunshine
No colors, no life
Nothing moves around
when she's gone.

Only darkness everyday.

Yes, it's cold, dry and foggy
all over the place
...anytime she goes away.

A.

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Such a shame
To deliver the light in pain.

That's a shame.

To believe
a life can be lived in vain.
It's a shame...
Nothing to expect, just to pretend.

Maybe I don't know
If I should change.

There's an empty nest
of broken glass and nails.

There's an eagle flying high

flying in pain.

The dust scratches my face.

A.

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.