gracias Duncan Dhu

-Tu Sonrisa-

Te despiertas al amanecer sabes bien lo que debes hacer, ponte la careta hoy también harás reír aunque luego se olviden de ti. Ya no quedan chistes por contar pero tú te las arreglarás ya no queda tiempo para volver hacia atrás y de tu cansancio comerás.

Y hoy no te sientes con humor pero la gente pide más, hoy tu sonrisa se escondió te la tuviste que pintar...

Hoy no tienes ganas de reír y el estómago te hace sentir, te recuerda que hoy también quiere comer y no tienes mucho que ofrecer. Señales en el cielo. Te fuiste pronto, sin un adiós al caer la noche, en tu portal te preguntabas, asi sin voz dónde estarías al despertar. Al despertar no busques más porque ya habrás llegado donde siempre quisiste ir. Y allí donde Dios quiera que tú estés mis saludos van por ti.

No había sitio, en tu razón para ningún disgusto más tus penas salen libres al sol, no te acompañan donde tú vas. No volverás, nunca hacia atrás porque habrás encontrado más sitio en tu corazón. Y allí donde ya puedes descansar mil recuerdos en tu honor.

Viste una seña, que te llamó sin saber adónde iba a parar el cielo negro fue tu visión en el momento para marchar. Y al despertar, no busques más porque a los que dejaste habrán viajado junto a ti miles de voces a tu alrededor te desean ser feliz.

from Message in a Bottle

To all the ships at sea...and all the ports of call. To my family...and to all friends and strangers. This is a message and a prayer. The message is that my travels taught me a great truth. l already had what everyone is searching for...and few ever find: The one person in the world... who l was born to love forever. A person like me, of the blue Atlantic mystery. A person rich in simple treasures...self-made, self-taught. A harbor where l am forever home. And no wind or trouble...or even a little death can knock down this house. The prayer is that everyone in the world can know this kind of love...and be healed by it. lf my prayer is heard, then there will be an erasing of all guilt... and all regret...and an end to all anger.

Please, God. Amen.

From Both Sides....I've looked

Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air. And feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way. But now they only block the sun, they rain and they snow on everyone. So many things I would have done but clouds got in my way. I've looked at clouds from both sides now, From up and down, and still somehow It's cloud's illusions I recall. I really don't know clouds at all.

Moons and junes and ferris wheels, the dizzy dancing way you feel. As every fairy tale comes real; I've looked at love that way. But now it's just another show. You leave 'em laughing when you go. And if you care, don't let them know, don't give yourself away. I've looked at love from both sides now, From give and take, and still somehow It's love's illusions I recall. I really don't know love at all.

Tears and fears and feeling proud to say I love you right out loud, Dreams and schemes and circus crowds, I've looked at life that way. But now old friends are acting strange, they shake their heads,and they tell me that I've changed. Well, something's lost but something's gained in living every day. I've looked at life from both sides now, From win and lose, and still somehow It's life's illusions I recall. I really don't know life at all.

We're adults. When did that happen? And how do we make it stop?

You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is its hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true. At the end of the day faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don't really expect it. Its like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And its not so important happy ever after, just that its happy right now. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you , and once in a while people may even take your breath away.

::PIENSA::

Tu en tu cama, yo en mi cama, piensa que te pienso en soledad, en la tibieza de mi corazon, en el cavilar y cada expresion de mis manos. Piensa que te pienso aqui descalza, piensa que te estoy pensando cuando vas a dormir, que mis manos no te quieren perder... Piensa que te pienso todavia en mi corazon, aun manana cuando este lejos piensa que te estoy pensando. Piensame, pues cuando sean otros brazos en tu cuello, sentiras que son los mios, piensa que te estoy pensando, mis manos en tu cuerpo, mis besos en tus besos aun cuando yo no este... Piensame en tu cama cuando no sean mis manos las que acaricien tu sexo, piensame cuando quieras un abrazo tibio y duradero, piensa en la flexion de mis brazos cuando este muy lejos... siente que mi amor no se ha ido, solo ha cambiado y aun mi amor es tierno... Piensa que te estoy pensando en este momento cuando no sea la voz con mi acento que te diga " Te quiero". Piensa en mi voz cuando este lejos, en mi te amargo, en mis dedos, piensa que te pienso en este instante entre mis cuadernos que siempre lleno, piensame desde el rincon mas lejos. Piensa que ahora en este instante mientras lees...

Yo te pienso!

:::THE TRUTH:::

Because the truth is... it was the best of times. Mistakes were made, hearts were broken, harsh lessons learned, but all of that has receded into fond memory now. How does it happen? Why are we so quick to forget the bad and romanticize the good? Maybe it's because we need to believe that the time we spent together actually meant something, that we were there for each other in a time in our lives that defined us all, a time in our lives that we will never forget. I can't swear this is exactly how it happened. But this is how it felt.

:::WHEN IT RAINS:::

When it rains I look for you underneath the umbrellas. I look for you in the dark vestibules and in between the multitudes that take refuge. I look for you in the bars, the coffee shopes, and tired I ramble with a smile drawn on my face as I look for you with my skin, with my lips, in the platforms and the bus-stops, in the halls and the alleys in case, delayed and misled, you happened to be there. When it rains I look for you, but all I find are drops, empty spaces underneath the umbrellas. They say the indians danced until it rained...I danced, it rained, and I still look for you. Now I will dance until the sun comes out again.

::LOSING CONTROL::

No one likes to lose control. It's a sign of weakness, no one likes this task. And still there are times when it goes away, and sometimes when it does, the world stops, and you realize crying won't do the work. No matter how hard you fight it, you fall. It's Scary as hell. It's a true falling, just gives the chance for your friends to catch you when you are. Let it pass...