30 de desembre de 2009

Shivers

Well, this is a part of a text I've been writing these holidays. It has an erotic touch, so I hope that nobody laugh at me or something like that TT The last lines are the most difficult to write, and after trying to continue them several times, I finally gave up.


"A hut in the forest, with views to the garden of your love, full of wilted flowers and spines. Like my sanctuary, a broken feelings' bed and on the walls scars that open when it rains. At night with four candles, waiting that a blow of wind knocks at the door and I found you there, wondering why you're here and not anywhere else.


You appear one afternoon, when the last leaf falls. Hesitating you wait for a signal that gives you the reason why you came. We sit down on the best memories I have, although ignoring them compleatly, like they have ever existed. I catch your hand and my fingers get warm little by little, involved in you. I approach to your lips, forgetting to breathe. I hug you and leave my words on your chest. Returning to reality you look at the roof. You don't want to be here but like it. You want to fly without concerns, go to the moon if you wish it, without lies, without remorse or rancour, be yourself. I'm not in your new dreams, and the only way to get me there another time would be getting back to the past. I caress your cheek but you don't notice. If you'd pay a little attention you'd see that I'm crying inside, shouting, asking for help and that you're the only one who can save me from this nightmare. I kiss you, this time stronger, banishing you thoughts. You let me do while I get down slowly by your neck. Your breathing gets quicker. How I had missed it... My hair dances on your skin when I move. You let down the zipper. Shivers through my heart. So many cold afternoons and now it seems like we reach the sun."

10 de desembre de 2009

And now you're swimming for the shore...

What's happening? Are you giving up? Didn't you say that you'd never gonna give up? Hey, you promised it, why are tou breaking it now?
It was my destiny to love him, but not if he's not at my side. I won't fly to those illusion cloud again to then fall. I don't want to fall, I don't want to have a life with an empty meaning, I can't live in a dream forever. Look, I've done all that was in my hands and then I built higher limits (maybe I'll explain it someday) and reach them again. I did the best I could.
If you didn't change your mind during so long, why would you do it now? I know you won't do it.
I suppose that you know what I want to hear, and words are easy to tell 'cause lying isn't so difficult when you play with feelings. You know, I can't fight versus society, I'm one and they are hundreds. They'll always believe you, like the rumor you started and has convinced yourself now.
I love you too much to make you do something you don't want to do, and more you won't be happy like that.

3 de desembre de 2009

Three meters above sky

There's you and me and anyone else. This time yes, we'll break all the rules. You don't have to worry about anything. We'll draw our future with our hands, full of colours. Forget the world, don't tink and lose your time with me.

Now I'm going to explain a film I really recomend to watch - "Three meters above sky". There only problem is that you can just see it in Italian and subtitled in Spanish, because it hasn't been translated. It's based on the book of Federico Moccia with the same name. I really liked the book, and so the second part and the films. It's about a boy who's always in trouble and a very responsible girl that hate each other, but then they finally fall in love. The film shows the things you do for love but in a extremely romantic view, the kind of things that everybody has some time dreamt of. It's so beautiful.
I was looking for the part I liked the most but I didn't find it complete, so here are the last minutes of it.



Step: I'm scared of telling you something wrong... I love you
Babi: Say it again...
Step: I love you
Babi: Never stop saying it
Step: I love you, I love you, I love you
Babi: I've never been so happy in my life
Step: Me neither
Babi: So happy that you can touch the sky with a finger?
Step: No, a lot more... at least three meters above the sky

Pieces of me

-Your life is like a puzzle, and now you have some pieces missing so you have to look for the ones that can replace the others. Where is the problem? I'll try to help you, there are pieces everywhere. Look, here there's one, it's me. Let's start again.
-But it isn't that easy. If my life is a puzzle, the picture on it is him and me together. Now there's a hole between us, so I have to full it with us. Any other piece that isn't from him can cover this empty space, 'cause they don't fit, and if they do, the picture it's not the same.
-I know it's difficult when you've already been full, but maybe you've chosen the wrong box, and you have to follow a different life and start again from zero.
-Or maybe he has hidden the pieces and I might fight for them... What should I do?
-I don't know, I can't decide for you. Look for the one that makes you happier and then fight for it until the end and, if you don't success, you can always try another dream.

Always the destiny and his contradiccions... impossible is nothing, isn't it? :)

Details in the fabric

This is a new land, where everythig's buildings and cars, shops, people... Lots of people, but there's nobody. I feel the ground under my feet but it's diferent, it's more difficult to go on. I need something to believe. Believe that when I come back nothing will have changed.
I see you in the crowd but you disapear. You're like a shooting star.
My way is like a river, and you're my sea, so promise that you'll stay. Everything's so fragile and I want somewhere to start. It's this crazy clock that goes so slowly when you're not at my side.
There are too many clouds the sky and it's so cold without you. Don't you know that I'd follow you to the most hidden shores, to get you? I can be the wind for you. Come back.
Like those song I used to sing said: "If it's a broken part replace it, if it's a broken arm then brace it, if it's a broken heart then face it... and hold your own, know your name and go your own way [...] Are the things that make you blow have no reason, go on and scream. If you're shocked it's just a fault of faulty manufacturing".