The deep blue bellow the withered sky
whispers the secrets of time.
Tired feet make little footprints on the sand;
tangled hair is unbothered by the wind;
and hands, lonely hands grasp a broken watch.

The lifeless sun shines before eyes that wander
where the mountains went to hide
when the petals gave to autumn
why distance made such claim.

Dark pupils see only the lonely rock
standing in the water,
unmoved by the soft roar of the night.

An eternal summer

I remember the day the sun shined like never before. The sun rays made their way through the leaves of the trees and illuminated the park with happiness. I can still feel the heat in my veins and your breath on my cheek. We were alone with the silence. Hours passed by slowly, letting us enjoy that August morning that will never leave our memories. I still have the key you gave me in my pocket, with your promise to see me again.

I remember that night next to the stars. My heart still thinks of your lips next to mine and your hands on my waist. We were stuck to the present and the lyrics of the song I still listen to every night before dreaming of your eyes. I remember crying of laughter with your silliness and knowing the summer wouldn't leave us when autumn came. You still have my red kiss on your cheek, with my promise to see you again.

I remember those moments between the walks and the glances. Your smile was an oasis in the hot days in the mountains of Madrid. We were lost in the past and the future, without caring what would happen when the clouds would take me. I still breathe the words we said without fear and the times we laughed with our friends about how time changes. We still have the dance steps in our feet, with our promise to let destiny run its course.

I remember that summer like it was yesterday.

Reunion

The first day the memories moved through the conversation. They stirred the night and looked for their place between the drinks and the dances. The sparks were to afraid to move, to not alter the path of the stars. They protected the night and let happiness slip in, which got stuck to the glances between the two teenagers and later slept with the sunrise.

The second day dressed itself in blue, to not forget the nostalgia that distance once created. Between words hugs appeared and familiarity replaced fear.

On the third day the sun let them be themselves again. Well-known smiles jumped between the trees and memories got our of their hiding place and were the guests of honor in the park. Hours passed by slowly, letting an innocent love go back to the past.

The fourth day came with the moon. The diary of the first love opened and continued to write pages. With laughs and wishes kisses appeared and drew a heart between the streets and the leaves of the trees. The heart was red, full of passion for the past and hope for the future. For one night, destiny let the two teenagers live reality.

Hate

As she sits on the train begging for life to move faster, the clock isn't ticking. She has her head in her hands, and silent tears are falling down her face. Her hair is falling around her face, as so are her memories. She is soaked by the regret, the inevitable sadness, and the music that isn't letting her go. People move all around her, getting up and sitting down. But she's stuck. A little voice by her head won't let her move. The voice pleads with desperation, screams with rage, and cries with reason. She can feel the words cut her like knives. She knows there's nothing she can do to stop them, and even if she did, she wouldn't. She deserves them.

She lifts her head from her hands and stares out into the ugly gray sky. Her eyes flutter as moments appear in front of her, moments that contradict themselves. The clouds gather on the outside and the drops start to fall. She wants to scream that she's sorry, but the thunder has stolen her voice. Her hands move desperately trying to find the way to stop anxiety and guilt from taking over her.

As she sits on the train begging for life to move faster, the clock stops.