Poemas de amor, de tristeza y experiencias de un artista gráfico que solo quiere crear en un país dónde el arte es visto como "una mamada"
lunes, 3 de agosto de 2009
3 beautiful years...
In this long years, every day happens to fast, except for those when I was with you. When I am with you, everything moves so slowly, smooth and comfortable, just like a dream. And just like a dream I don’t want it to be over, I don’t want to wake up… I don’t want to leave.
I remember each time I looked through the bus window, and see you weaving your hand saying good bye.
That’s when my heart breaks apart and I want to cry. I remain silent, looking to the highway and trying to be strong, but sometimes I can’t stop it and a tear goes out.
I love you so much, even when we haven’t spend so much time with each other like other couples... or do we? Maybe WE haven’t been together so much time, BUT haven’t we talk every day over the messenger or the phone? Didn't we apologize just for not being there one day, like a date?
I know it’s crazy. But we managed to accomplish so maybe things across the distance, by just talking, crying and even fighting.
I am more than sure that I want to spend the rest of my life with you… I knew it by the first year.
This year things have been a lot more complicated and I think we may have been tested. But we made it this far and I am pretty sure what I want for my life. I can’t wait to hold you in my arms, yet I can. Why? Because deeply, I know we are mean to be together.
I miss you, I miss your lips, I miss your smile. Sometimes I feel I’m going crazy. However, what keeps me on my feet it’s the sensation that we are bond together, I am so sure, that I can wait peacefully.
Maybe I am not right now next to you... but I know it’s just a matter of time. Every night it’s just one step closer to you.
Just think of me and I promise I will be there soon… and this is just another step for another goal: make you my wife and being with you.
Smile darling, each days bring us more closer to it.
I love you from Heaven to Hell and backwards.
sábado, 25 de julio de 2009
El amor no son solo palabras
El amor no son solo palabras
No midas mi querer solo por lo que te digo
No te lastimes queriendo exprimir de un papel el amor que crees que te hace falta
No, siéntelo… acaricia esa hoja hecha con hojas de maple del árbol más hermoso de la montaña.
Mira la tinta roja con la que te he escrito esas sencillas palabras
No ha habido nada para escribir así que he usado mi propia sangre.
La pluma han sido mis propios dedos ansiosos por darte un poco de alegría
El impulso, el amor más fuerte que hayas sentido.
Cada palabra fue minuciosamente estudiada…
Cual tesis de amor que perdurara por el resto de nuestras vidas
Y como un legado y guía para cualquiera que quiera seguir nuestros pasos.
Si aun no es suficiente para ti, entonces prueba el sabor de mis lágrimas,
En la parte donde dice que “Te amo más que a mi propia vida”.
Busca en mi llanto el sabor de mi amor
Mientras escribía esas palabras.