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.

Blue

I got lost in the sea and I didn't have coffee. The sun tried to wake me up, but the sound of the waves took me to dream with the mermaids. I looked for the desert island, but the clouds were the only ones who appeared. The blue that surrounded me gave me goosebumps and made my heart beat to the rhythm of the sea.

The boat I was in deviated from the path and took me to the other side of the ocean, where the birds didn't fly and the fish helped me jump to see the dreams of tomorrow. I couldn't control the direction and I drowned in the sea of new hopes. I lost my breath when the mermaids appeared in front of me and my eyes saw an infinite sapphire blue.

Clouds

I'm sorry I
couldn't bare your burden
I'm sorry I
stopped fighting when you
needed me.

Your mind shines
like the sun,
but mine is just learning
to see
the little light that
comes through the window.

Your days are
roller coasters
and I'm afraid of
heights.

When you are
at the top of the ride,
I'm looking at
the ground wishing to
have my feet on
the earth.

My mind wishes
to fly through
clouds with you,
but my heart is
scared to get lost out there.

I'm sorry I
couldn't love you enough
I'm sorry I
stopped running when you
were near the finish line

Your eyes look like
the moon,
but mine are still
getting used to the sight of the starts.

Your nights are
hurricanes
and I'm afraid of
the wind.

When you are
at the eye of the storm,
I'm wishing for
the sun to rise
behind the mountains.

My mind wishes
to fly through
clouds with you,
but my hearts is
scared to get lost out there.

Winter

I agree with the majority when they say life hits them in the face. Time comes prepared with winter clothing, while we're standing bare naked, begging for some shelter. Our bare feet touch the snow with care, while the thrones from spring are slowly making us bleed without mercy. Our eyes are crying silent tears, because the cold has decided to silence our calls for warmth. We beg for the sun with our hands, putting them forward to the trees. Life doesn't respond, it only stares back at us in the form of snow flakes.

The wind howls, preparing itself to knock us down and gather our bones when there is no skin left. We try to move, but the frostbite is making our bodies into sculptures. Our hands are frozen next to our hearts, trying to see if there's any part of them left untouched. The pounding of our chests has stopped, and the wind has made its way between the trees. It throws us to the ground, and our icy bodies break. We become part of the fallen cold.

Take me

Tell me that you want to dance. Whisper in my ear all the words I've been too scared to hear before. Put your hands on my hips and lead my body to move with the beat of the song. Teach me how to put one foot in front of the other without stumbling. I want to feel your breath on my cheek while wearing my heart on my sleeve.

Tell me that you want to dance. Kiss me until our lips hurt. I want to feel your touch on my skin. Take me through the dark streets and tell me stories about lovers surviving in the dark. Teach me how to love without boundaries. Whisper in my hair all the words I've been to scared to accept before. 

Tell me that you want me from the moment the sun comes up until the moment the moon leaves.

Angst

Every time I near the finish line, the crowd disappears and I'm left alone. It's been happening for days now, loneliness creeping its way into my dreams. These nightmares are colorless, surrounded by a dull and compressed gray, filled with regrets and words gone wrong. When I wake up, my pillow is cold and hard; it feels strange.

I lay awake with fear by my side, whispering into my ear all the moments that I let slip out of my hands, all the smiles I have faked, all the turns I have taken wrong. I try to cover my ears, and to shut off the voices in my head that are agreeing with fear. But I can''t. I look at the ceiling and beg to sleep without nightmares, to be awake without regrets.

Every time I think I see the sun a grey, ugly cloud takes it place and my light is gone. It's been happening for days now, darkness taking over my days. The rain falls around me endlessly, and I am surrounded by regrets and words that went wrong. When I take my umbrella out, it breaks and leaves me soaking until my bones feel cold.

I sit down on the bench with sadness by my side, talking about all the opportunities I let slip out of my hands, all the tears I have cried, all the times I've fallen to the ground. I try to stand up, and to shut off the voices in my head that are agreeing with sadness. But my legs won't move. I look at the fallen leaves and beg to walk without rain, to see the blue sky.

Every time I breathe, I break a little inside.

The sun of Los Angeles

The sun came up and I saw her come outside. The dark haired girl with light eyes looked lost; her walk  gave her away as a tourist looking for the beauty in the city of commotion. I followed her through the unorganized streets, while she observed the colors that she once used to paint the picture of her home. With her long hair and old shoes, she stopped in front of the fountain in the middle of the plaza. I saw her breathe in the hot air, and laugh when the music reached her ears. Next to the crystalline water and the strangers, she sat during hours. She seemed to be waiting for her memory to take her far away from her downfall. At noon I saw her get up from the bronze bench. Her face lit up. She smiled as if she had discovered her smile for the first time. I looked at the direction of her smile and I saw three pairs of eyes who were smiling back. The greatest hug occurred between the four girls in the middle of the plaza.

The blue sky was witness to the reunion of infinite friendships. Next to known souls, the dark haired girl wasn't lost, but radiant, with the sun shinning in her face like it had years ago during those long hours spent in the grass. Laughing between memories, the girls went back to being the same as before they separated and, thanks to the change in the city of angels, they promised to keep saying nonsense between the stores, and dancing when distance and time broke them apart again.

I observed the dark haired girl with light eyes until the sun went down. I laughed at a distance when I saw her dance without caring about her age, and I lamented the absence of everlasting days when I saw her run between the books to read the diary of past years. Her companions, all shinning next to the stars, showed her the lyrics of the song she hadn't heard and, by the end of the night, they formed a song that would last another eight years.

With the tide

While I look at the sea, I watch the waves take a year of memories. The months are written in the sand, and taking its time, the sea erases them, leaving space for the next numbers of the calendar.

January is written with a fast and disorganized hand. It marks the beginning of lost months, confused between the hear and mind, wanting and doing, the past and the present. The waves take January with out regret.

February is more legible, showing routine, icy snow, and friendship bonds. But this month leaves with sadness, also showing lost wishes and fallen opportunities.

March is written with elegance, knowing that it was important in leaving a mark in the future forever.  Hopes made March stand next to the sand, but closed doors make the waves take March to the bottom of the ocean.

April can be seen in two languages, showing the desperation of wanting to know which direction to take next to my life. Spanish and English confuse, and make the waves move like the paths in front of me did on those long days.

May is written in brunette and gold. Its letters don't want to be erased from the sand, due to the best moments of the year being held in them . May tells the tales of sunsets in the blue lake, goals that were reached, and long lasting friendship.

June shines. Next to June are written an expected and nostalgic ending, and a beginning with hearts and a persistent love.

July is written next to music letters, for being sung, shortly but with passion. The waves erase July while singing.

The letters of August are delicate, showing adventures decorated with colors. This month talks about the treasures of life: coffees in strange cities, sounds of the wind when traveling, walking in calm and colorful streets, the sweetness of a love of opposites, the beginning of a new chapter, and the first step as an adult.

Once the waves have taken August, September, October and November are seen together. These months were impressed by the fast pace of weeks, and the chaos of an organized life. They went up and down, they smiled, they learned, they fell in love, they loved, they danced, they sang, they ran. They waves run with them,

December can be seen written perfectly, determined to end the year with permanent memories and future illusions. December vibrates next to the sea, knowing that what it lived will never be forgotten. The waves hesitate before erasing it, marking the end of the twelve months that changed the rhythm of the waves.

The year has run like the water, it has gone up and down like the tide, it has seen sunrises and sunsets with salt and sweet water. My year has moved, it has made me live with cold feet and hot heart.