Tu viaje hasta mi corazón
no fue planeado,
creció mientras estabas tumbado
y los 2 'conectados'
aprendiendo primero a ser amigos
aceptando que eramos tan parecidos
esperando que uno de los 2 fuese valiente
y se lanzara a los brazos del otro
en otro continente,
fuiste tú el que dio ese paso
aunque yo era la que daba indirectas
a cada rato,
tardaste un poco en entender
que ya me tenías atrapada
y que aún a miles de kilómetros
aterrizaste dentro del corazón
de una salvadoreña enamorada
de un ciudadano español.
Diving deep into my unconscious thoughts
I didn’t think that you had done me so wrong
But I truly fell for you and you left me feeling lost
Throwing away that connection like it was replaceable
However people change and life goes on
By letting you go I am freeing myself for once
As I let a new special person give me that rush
That you once gave me and I guess it is just your loss
Because she has depth and is kind and beautiful
And not once have I questioned her certainty
In the interest she has for me or how she makes me feel
Falling fast and letting go of the past
I hope that you do find someone like me,
But chances are you won’t.
The funny ...
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I could not narrow my need to see the world down to one destination. I'm complicated that way ;) here are two.
Barcelona, Spain has always been one city at the top of my list somewhere. For its art and architectire mainly. And drowning in another culture, customs, and cuisine sounds decadent. Beautiful sea side cities capture the heart of the romantic in me.
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And Dádpuszta, Hungary for the Ozora Festival in July. The art installations and structures are gorgeous. Festival folks are my favorite. They've left judgement at home and brought gratitude and love in abundance. I'd graciously attend with friends for the food, days worth of live music, fire dancing, the stories...
My Dearest Adaline:
This place is nothing short of magical! The warm breeze compliment the hot sun so the days are pleasant. The horses are calm and gentle, magnificent creatures!! The scenery is pure bliss, burts with vibrant shades of blue, green, pink, yellow, and purple. This afternoon, I took a few moments to watch a squirrel search for his next meal. I forgot all about my world and escaped into that moment! We must plan a trip together, dear Friend! It's an absolute must. Until next time, I send all of my love to you sweet girl!
Separated by a void, the deepest and most sense one, that comprised of plain hollowness, miles apart; a body was devoid of breaths. The salient loneliness accompanied the darkness into a strange whirlpool of fate and circumstances that not just drenched, but drowned in it, the helpless bodies that were breathing the most toxic life of all, already dead from inside.
The dark waters I once loathed in, resenting them all this while though, now look aesthetically pleasing somehow. I suffocate and choke with every endless breath I inhale, one that seems to last till eternity. The mere contemplation of oblivion dawning upon me one fine day doesn't flurry me at all now, as it did once when your ga...
Letting someone in means
exposing my flaws and appearing
It's easier if I stick to the sides
and stop breaking hearts.
It's easier if I'm alone.
I've always had a wanderlust,
but now I have a plan.
//Fleets & Clusters//
Now that rain has been continuously falling,
it took me a while to gasp at my surroundings.
Rain falling down, dynamically
Her tail wiggling, rhythmically
Surreal are these scenes enriched in hues of grey and morning tan
Monday blues be old vans
And I wish you could be there to witness this bond that we share;
Half-ripe mangoes reverse dwindling
Aroma of the earth fugaciously fleeting
While all this has been cooking up,
the dynamism of this evening is still holding up!
A word; my mouth fails to utter
Can't even stutter!
Such the stitches that the clusters of clouds sew.
As far as I can tell; in these words I'll try to spell,
"As much as I am present,...
Er is een weg tussen stapelende wolken
Een Lange wazige weg
Donder voert me er langs en in de Verte ligt de uitgestrekte prairie
van blauwe tinten
Een eenzame tocht leidt me over grijs gesteente en de zilveren vogel vliegt zijn harde wegen langs de heuvels
Als de schemer valt
En de nacht me brengt waar het licht is en de dieren me zacht onthalen vanuit hun duisternis
Dan ontwaken de echte vogels en
kwaakt de vroegste kikker over de vlakte
De vallei is stil en ruist slechts
terwijl ik wandel door het hoge gras
Ligt Ithaca daar verderop in het dal, bedaard maar waarachtig aan de voet van de veertien vingermeren
In het ochtendgloren denk ik terug aan Aurora, de godin van...
On my way to nowhere...
Day two started with an unfamiliar refrigerator hum. Who would have thought that I would be able to tell the difference from the one I have at home and this. Like people, refrigerators may look exactly alike but a subtle identifying difference will scream "I'm different!" Looking around with one eye half-open and the other defiantly uncooperative, I remembered where I was. So far, it was the coolness of the room that reassured me I left home, I did not change my mind. I am stubborn in ways that only justify how well I know myself and I was definitely not in my comfort zone. I have taken a leap of faith to a seemingly pleasant war zone. There's something surreal abo...
To the timid ones out there
If it is only gardens and flowers that you seek,
If it is only the hills and beaches that you love,
Go become a slave to wanderers and Wayfarers.
Nobody will ask who or what you exactly are,
Nobody will ask which race or clan you are from,
Go become a slave to your inner desires.!
On my way to nowhere...
I think about the faint sound of the alarm when it woke me. It was barely a buzz and could easily be mistaken for the random sounds I hear surrounding me. I can't say that it could be compared to a light tap on the shoulder when someone finds you've dozed off sitting in a waiting room. It was definitely a soft whisper so close to the ear of someone saying something inaudible that makes you wonder if it was part of a fading dream. Nonetheless the feeble tone demanded my attention.
I woke up with frightening anticipation that I am going somewhere on a whim. Some things were packed the night before because I felt the need to have them and others, because I needed ...
"Crazy New Memories"
Who? How? When? And What? I'm beyond from my identity.
Not giving a certain damn about who I was unknowingly.
Yet I know precisely what I'd be doing.
I'd have breakfast at Mexico D.F. with Mario Moreno.
It'd begin to rain.
And I'd run my fingers through clouds on top of a Hot Air Ballon from Paris.
Next I'd go to London Just to loose through a Library to find every Single novel by Conan Doyle.
I'd have dinner with Frida Kahlo.
Then maybe we'd make Love out of painting.
I'd walk above Dubai on A tightrope with a stolen Umbrella.
And then I'd fall.
Raindrops pour over the Umbrella I stole.
I had drowned in the river underneath the bridge.
I sometimes ask myself, what is the point of living? Are we born to work, eat, and sleep over and over again? Then we age and die... And those who are lucky and have money get to enjoy life by traveling to places and having fun all the time.. But those of us who don't have money only work all the time.
It was a thought.
Neither one would know.
Growing taller, minds were
We were just as innocent As we might've been.
Minds are cure.
That young scent is gone.
We're not in love, oh no.
No where near.
We were just obeying our Intimate needs.
While keeping it neutral.
He won't see me
I can't see him.
We had our distant share.