Un raro desvarío

I'm sitting here, dreaming, losting my head, hunting my feelings... Thinking about you...

I remember how I met you. You, so enigmatic, so immersed in your world, but so sad at the same time. I, alone in those times, a little happy, a little sad too, but alone in the end. It makes me to think that I wasn't in your plans, am I right? But deeply, you were waiting for someone like me.

Why are you so sad? Why don't you like to talk about anything with anybody? You are losting your head step by step, you need a different world where you can be yourself and no more.

You like lost yourself inside of you, fall in the abyss of the curiosity and let yourself even free to think. You always so imparcial, so sharp, so artistic, so you; why don't you open yourself to crumble a little of your essence, too? You need to be opened, take out entrails, take out hearts, take out souls, and already I could find your real heart, your real soul. You have a lot of soft shells to cover your sensibility and also, your weakness. Yes, you are so strong to stand all you have to support, to make yourself believe your own lies, but it makes you weaker, because there's no more weakness than don't be yourself.

Why did you destroy yourself? I know you're not a thing to fix, but maybe I can mend something, like a heart, a soul, a mind... I think that the right question would be, who destroyed you? Who made this atrocity? You don't deserve this, so you don't deserve to fall in the abyss where you want to dissipate.

This could be the last time I say it to you, because it's the first time I do it. I want you be happy, I want you open your soul and express your fears, your feelings, your sorrows, your longing; maybe I'm not the right person, and I don't deserve to hear them, but you know that there's somebody here for you, waiting the hour when you free from those diabolical ties that keep you slave from your own past.

Very inside of you, you're so different, you're not like the way you look like. Your strenght become in weakness, your laugh become in tears, your sadness become in happyness, your dreams become in disappointment. You're a valuable person, so pure, so clean, you don't make wrong thoughts, because you want to somebody feels something like this for you.

Why don't you see how much I want you? You're not alone, always there's somebody who gives you a hand, and maybe I'm not physically but I always give a smile to you and I always offer you all of me, not only my hand.

Saying love is too much for me, but step by step you can identify the feeling that define a friendship, a passion, a lover, a love...

And maybe you don't feel anything about this, but I'm sure that all is true.

Even if is not really true...

I'm sorry for say it, but I want you...

"Hay personas que nos hablan y ni las escuchamos; hay personas que nos hieren y no dejan cicatriz, pero hay personas que simplemente aparecen en nuestra vida y nos marcan para siempre" - Cecilia Meireles

Listening to: "Sexy sexy" - Cascade
Reading to: "Crimen y Castigo" - Fedor Dostoievsky

Cooking: Papas con crema y jamón y spaguetti.

Learning: Fruición, bagaje, facundia, paupérrimo, fustigar y vituperar.