As I turned the page I saw it was in black and white, like it was stuck in the past and couldn't be read anymore. I touched the letters in cursive and read the words until the ink wrote them on my burning heart. Now, with each beat, through my veins flow the words of hellos and goodbyes between hall and walls. I folded the corner of the page when I found the mountains and the hidden wine bottles so I could go back to the nights between flames and stars.
I looked for the little moments between the long verses and I found the reason why my shelf is filled with novels. I discovered presents trapped between forced sentences. I overcame the fear of reading each chapter with the nostalgia of passing years on my shoulders. I read the numerous chapters during a sleepless night and I left the bookmark hidden between the blank pages, to not let some pages prevail more than others.
It wasn't easy, leaving the book on my nightstand and realize that the only pen that was by its side now was more. I realized the rest of the way told in the pages is destined to be written solemnly by my hand, and when the picture with the cap and gown the book is going to be heavier.
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
We aren't ours
We saw each other like strangers in a garden of roses. Our eyes danced with the smell of spring while our hands touched the thorns. You tore a rose and gave it to me while your lips whispered the question of my name. You never got an answer, because the thorns from your rose dug into my fingers and I started running.
We found each other facing the water of the sunset. The sun that fell crying observed us while we talked without words and our feeling caressed the sand. I tossed a rock in the water to distract the past to the bottom of the never ending ocean. You never touched my face to take away the cold because your feet had plunged into the sand with the letters from that goodbye.
We crossed paths between the overflow of the city. I looked at you while you looked at the time and I turned my face before I could see the lost time thinking about you on your watch. I continued to the opposite side of the street, like I dud that cloudless morning. But this time you didn't follow me to convince me that the next time you would call to my door would be without rain.
We desired each other when the calendar ended and we fell broken on different sides of the meadow.
We found each other facing the water of the sunset. The sun that fell crying observed us while we talked without words and our feeling caressed the sand. I tossed a rock in the water to distract the past to the bottom of the never ending ocean. You never touched my face to take away the cold because your feet had plunged into the sand with the letters from that goodbye.
We crossed paths between the overflow of the city. I looked at you while you looked at the time and I turned my face before I could see the lost time thinking about you on your watch. I continued to the opposite side of the street, like I dud that cloudless morning. But this time you didn't follow me to convince me that the next time you would call to my door would be without rain.
We desired each other when the calendar ended and we fell broken on different sides of the meadow.
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