Halves

I was afraid you might've lost the other half of your smile, maybe misplaced it somewhere, but luckily, I found it inside my pocket. :)

Acotación

Una nota al márgen, al parecer fuera de contexto, puede significar más que el libro entero. No se trata de encontrar un final feliz, porque no se quiere terminar; pero entonces, divagamos en una historia que no está escrita... Condenados al suspenso entre lo etereas que son las palabras y lo fibrosas que son las letras.
Sin embargo, hacemos una pausa para entender que nada de esto es necesario, y que un sentimiento no se debe contextualizar. Es el perfecto caos de nuestros corazones...
¿Pero entonces dónde reanudamos? En el eco de mi estómago que difunde un "te extraño..."
Y podriamos ser sólo dos extraños, pero con dedos entrelazados damos un mismo significado al desorden de nuestras letras: mejor indefinido.

"When night is almost done · And sunrise grows so near · Thar we can touch the spaces · It's time to smooth the hair · And get the dimples ready · And wonder we could care · For what old faded mignight That frightened but an hour · With sunrise oh so near · Fear is just a memory"

-Unknown

...Of a New Year

Sleepless Nights

The prickling sensation of a furtive tear of sweat sliding down my forehead woke me up in the middle of the night. Like a blind mouse I squirmed in confusion. My heart was beating like drums to a mad rhythm that becomes impossible to follow.

It’s been like this for many nights, sleepless nights, now.

I looked to my side and there you were, so calm and tender-looking. Your beauty shone radiantly in spite of the complete darkness that encompassed our bedroom.

How could you be the same girl: protagonist of my nightmares?

I woke up again.

The cold night’s air was still with shock, while I shook with agitation.

A chilling gale came through the window, resembling the icy touch of an iron blade against my skin. I felt like a fish out of the water, unable to breathe.

You, however, lay peacefully beside me, unaware of the commotion you caused inside my mind. It is not only your murderous glare that haunts me in the hours of darkness, it is a curse.

Once again my dreams were darker that the stormy sky.

It is a crime: so many sleepless nights.

I feared the way your arms choke me when I sleep and hug me when I wake. I felt trapped beside you, in the bottomless gap between your restful expression and my horrific nightmares.

It’s been too many nights, next to you, sharing a bed with my worries.

I have waited for sleep to come during endless nights, and as soon as my lids are closed it is doom I see upon me.

To sleep is to die.

What’s worse is waking up every time to the fact that things are not what you imagined them to be, but knowing that any minute, they could be.

I can almost sense the iron scent in the air around you and me.

Every time I worry, I fear, and I wish could stop dreaming about this fatal end.

Shock had become usual to me, but not like this.

My routine of terror has been stained by a few dark, red droplets.

I look at you but this time your expression is not of innocent rest, it is of blank horror. Your breathing has been extinguished and I hold the weapon.

I drown under the soaked sheets that weigh down upon me, while they absorb my bloody sins.

Bleeding is the heart’s way of crying.

So, in the waking, my consciousness has betrayed our love, your life, my sanity.

…Now death is fast asleep.

Hand in Hand

Just as I was falling apart
with tears from below the heart,
I opened the door to leave and
you briefly grasped my hand...
I wish that you could keep it
but I lack the will to speak it.

"Es que yo todavia tengo manos? Crei que las habia dejado en cualquier parte. En el ultimo abrazo. En las ultimas caricias. Las manos son faciles de olvidar..."

-Elmo Valencia

Excusa para un Ensayo

El cielo abajo se vino
Para que todos entendieramos
Que desde acá ya estamos
Más allá de lo divino.

Cada acción es inmanente,
Pero más importa la luz que refleja
O la eterna huella que deja
El ejercicio de la mente.

Nos han enseñado una teoría,
Pero olvidamos que en realidad
El secreto esta en la memoria.

No se puede asegurar una deidad,
Pero palabras de trascendencia
Son palabras que viven de verdad.