Mist, Fog and Alzheimer

Some stories begin with broken wings,
Some others fly forever.
The important thing on the stories
It is the End:
They can last or not.

A story can end by K.O.
or by decision.

Well, maybe,
I got another option:

We can make it last forever
In our memory
And who knows if someday
It becomes real.

Until the moment that the alzheimer comes
And takes it,
Then it is going to be the mist,
The fog,
The second dead
When no one else remembers it.

Barbarians

These feelings show that
Below our hard sight
We are hiding the child
That cries and plays.

The one who share his Heart,
And this fear of giving a shallow care
Because we care so much
About things some others do not.

A question, an answer,
Every little thing,
Each detail
We care about.
We feel them all,
We are fill by all.

The truth is that
I do not know how
To talk to you.

I tremble because I care,
I shut up because I care,
I am sorry because I care.

My barbarians are here,
They are this: me, myself,
And that is why I care
Because I care about,
You.

Loneliness' Labyrinth

The story is endless,
Unique, Worthless.
The challenge has not been
its difficulty,
It is the labyrinth with
Too many exits-

We are not guilty
When the waves are our choices,
Our solitude.

We are essentially moments,
Time, beliefs,
And Love.

Imposibles Imperceptibles

Intentar ser uno mismo
Es un trabajo eterno
Imposible sueño inaceptable.
Estamos en reglas, rezos, caminos
Marcados con el rojo vivo del deber ser.

Detenernos a decir – lo siento.
Es reconocer el cariño compartido.
No saber cómo decirlo dispara la flecha
Concebida para amar y que ahora hiere.

Querer los imposibles es darnos la oportunidad,
Soñar instantes,
Compartir la vida.

Mientras yergues el frío
Los imposibles convergen en llanto,
Simplemente hay este sonido
Imperceptible y bajo
Que nos une.

El corazón
Tiene en su esencia
Algo
Que sin saberlo,
Sin quererlo,
Nos permite sentirnos vivos,
Amar, compartir,
Sentir más allá de la percepción.

Nuestra pureza compartida
Se llama amor y está llena de imposibles
E imperceptibles silencios.

Solitude Labyrinth

The side of myself that gets
The ancient feel of being alien.
Roads and paths that we missed
Are the reminder of what we could be.

It is the moment
When the clouds come by
And the tears cannot be noticed
They hide behind the soul
As phenomena of a broken autumn.

She was there, far, far,
And the sunshine on her hair
Was a lighting cry
Amusing the seconds with her prize
Nothing has changed
But everything was different.

The song says,
“We’ll get by, but
We don’t know how,”
The stubborn thought of losing,
The rejection, the distance,
There was a time,
Different, kind and pleased
Where all was sunshine
And know everything leaves.

How could it happen?
Who knows?

It is just her hand
Cold and everything else
Was further away.