Spaceship

Hace mucho que no soñaba contigo, que no encontraba paz en ese aroma que aún recuerdo, hace mucho que no extrañaba tus historias ni tus ojos contándome otras más. Soñarte no me lleva a tocar de nuevo tu piel o a sentarme frente a ti a escucharte mientras aprendo de vinos, de lejos me acerca a tus labios, pero me da gusto despertar así y saber que aunque estamos lejos aún vives en un pedacito de mi... 

I'm afraid of becoming different. I'm fearful of one morning being another person, of thinking too much, of questioning everything and trying to get away melancholy. I'm terrified of knowing everyone, of saying hello to all those people and remembering their names, of not being timid, of being a kind and friendly person the people says I am. Of course, I am not that. I don't keep a smile on my life; neither is nice nor sexy. I am too worried about thinking all time, about the conversations with myself and the healthy practices of waking up early, reading a lot, exercise and not eat meat. What will happen to me in this way? What will I become on this road? What will I do with the vacuum of no pain? I don't want to be that handsome guy, I don't want the cute smiling I see on the mirrors every morning, I don't want to smell sweet. I don't know what is happening; I don't know what is different now. I want my obscure Mondays; I need my unsolved dramas, th...

I've felt this before. I'm tired of this situations, but I've felt this kind of confusion. It's exhausting. I'm sick of the sadness, the reflexive moments, the lost period, the stupid things and ridiculous consequences because I'm always too far away. I don't want to be saved, but I don't want to be lost. I'm tired of the drama. I just want to go, find a place, feel the sun... I don't want to feel this over and over again. I don't want to get lost. I don't want drugs, I don't want pain, I don't want sex, nothing will be able to heal this. The cure should be much more straightforward. The cure should not be avoidance. The cure neither is someone else. Every situation has lived inside my head and made the person who I'm now, but it's difficult to accept that. I've made of pain and blood. I'm just the remnants of what I wanted to be, but the remnants are still there. I don't want to be the result of this moments, ...

Estoy seguro no son los labios, la puerta no está ahí, la puerta se abrió hace mucho. Has perdido todas las barreras en el momento en que explotaste en mis ojos, que exploraste mi alma. En el justo instante en que mi mano necesita tu mano, en el momento en que escucharte se volvió eternidad. A quién le importa que no pueda besar tus labios si puedo oler tu pelo, besar tu frente, tocar tu nariz con mi nariz y además perderme. De qué sirve que no sean besos completos si puedo derretirte en medio de mis brazos, acariciar tu espalda, estremecer tu cuerpo.  Ahora no le encuentro otra utilidad a mi corazón que perturbar tus silencios. Ahora no hay mejor lugar para tu ser que acurrucada en mi pecho. De qué sirve detenerse si ya te has perdido, si nos hemos extraviado tanto en nosotros mismos. Si lo que nos mantiene juntos no está en juego. Por qué necesitamos disculpas para esto?  Tú lo sabes, yo lo sé. Lo demás lo dice el tiempo. No necesito unos labios para saber lo que siento, per...

The world has been shocked by the news. Everyone is dying, and the hope is collapsing at the same time as desperation appears in everyone's face. There's no way. Death is here for you as it is for everyone. It's the first time you face equal to the others. It's the first time you're missing fresh air. There's no difference in the same destiny; there's no lie bigger than future.  It's your last chance for love and life. Ten hours and thousands of kilometres are not a wise move in the moment luxury have transformed on the next breadth. And then, you realise there's no other move. The play is over as the chessboard is falling apart and your pieces are melting down. It's like they described in the old movies, it's like the ritual books have told. Then in the middle of nowhere exist one last sensation, one last emotion, one prevailing thought. You were born in the middle of crying, and you're dying in the midst of your mind. The question is wh...