Yes, I liked the feel, I liked being a child. If only for dreaming. Friends, dreams, could know, could feel, I wrote letters, sent them verses, it was difficult to write. He wrote down the road, at night, alone ... I could feel reflected in the words.
sensitized me to the reality itself, almost abandoned, suffering may actually like me.
I felt good writing, thus covering the pain, pushing me too.
Mystically 22-VIII-1983
Beating in each wreck
about to dissolve into the sea
without fear, without disappointment, without
have known betrayal.
A sigh, a breath invisible
existing in every reality.
The mystic environment missed a pounding
still whispers your name.
not want to disappear from his sight;
take you, clasp in his arms,
wants to bring in her soul.
Those silences delivered by your hands empty again
to thank the loneliness we have taught.
And you, secretly and intimately,
will live on in each work.
each poem I was taking a particular image, and I was glad: it was not me who wrote across the paper, it was my soul that beat that. And there was something more: I also spoke to me. José Ramón encouraged me to continue this way, always said that I could do better. And Raul too. While still watching the road very far.
Free as birds
Tell me what you want.
I am as I am, for so I am not a project
of anyone or the reflection of a man
failed.
because my heart I
moves me to be. Not to be
what others want to be.
I know I did not invent anything new,
everything is discovered before me.
But I also know that if
life drove me
to create a new path
that may follow other then
you win, because my mind
is full of secrets
that you do not know.
I do not want to be your emblem
because I am free.
Free to fly.
Life started to be fighting, if I could pass!. I had to fight to convince me that I could, although not easy to convince the world. Should break with my past, a past that I was dragged to where it was now and that I had ... No, do not get carried away, I felt the weight of years he could. Life should be more, could be something else ... and I was living, like everyone around me. Did not know who was opposed to me, who put obstacles in place of horizons.
Strong against you
M feel strong against everything. Less
against you
you are the beginning and the end of the world.
And you're the truth
and a kingdom in my mind
and yours. Strong
against you
like everything invade when you whisper, but not against your silence
or your destination.
Because today I woke different
as it was yesterday, today
everything is different
and it's mine. I I can beat
if pronounce your name
or you if you recognize me
you make me weak.
At this point, I'd like to be allowed to stop along the road. And it's not distracting me, no, "says a senior in the way" because at that time I started a summer job at an ice cream. It would be something different, it would finally work. Then came the first day and I suddenly realized I had to find something else to do, something to write ... but it did had to be something different, having met some guys in Bayonne who also had concerns about writing, and I were pretending to be writing poems often very simple, very love, friends ... and sure I could do better.
Now I would like to read the beginning of the story I started writing there.
He might like to be like me: Something
drunk, continually drinking in everything he did, from here to there.
and was absorbed, what led him to other places, other past.
could not forget, I would leave this nightmare, but only he was in the room.
- Remember those days in the heat of the words. You can never feel alone.
- Yeah, I remember. I can not forget. Also, always carry with me in every step, every glance. Is its shadow on every track. He knows me will always be someone who would like to hear their old adventures.
- Who are you?. The shadow of my hands on the walls want to feel your beauty.
- I do not know. I am yourself. Making up stories as you liked so much. Not a boring clown always wanders wherever he goes. I'll always face that was, the shadow that followed you, I always knew you would find.
was he, no doubt, how could anyone forget yesterday. I had, it took root in the blood. He always knew where to travel. Crossing forests, roads, was not away. Behind every wood particles emanating from his heart with hope. Among his feet were an immense carpet where he was to devise its landscape.
- Do you remember?. We were two of us. Just you and me. I would like to pull back so much of the past ... like you. I would like to accomplish all that was always an illusion.
- Now I'm alone. Everything is mine. No, do not make me hesitate.
was him. The room did not know what to say. Had remained silent. Only admired their environment.
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