Is there nothing more to say?

Once again, the change.

It's different now, it moves in silence and you feel an ice cold chill where that warmth used to be. You can feel your voided chest cry, desperately and hopeless in the darkest one of the corners of your body.

You know you witnessed the end, you know it's time for a funeral. At least you can stop being afraid, you think. Too much pain holding it's hand during the slow agony we all now suffer. It's hard saying goodbye, we know. Even harder not being able to say it.

An accident, the finish line. The sudden death of the artist's dreams, the perished muse of the lost poet. I bet you are happy... I hope you are.

I just can't handle any more tears, so I dedicate this last ones to you. Along with my silence... There's no such thing as a faithless writter. No such thing as dreamless art.

Another one bites the dust.

Like a Sleep Impediment that Haunts your Nights

Filled up, about to explode. What do you do? You try to slow down, you try to let go. How? Talking about it, sure. But what if there’s no-one to talk to? ...

You can always write.

All And Nothing

Relax woman! Stop biting your nails, it’s useless.
Take a breather, have a smoke.

_ That’s better. Now, what is it you want to say?
_ I’m not sure... What can I say, that hasn’t been said before?
_ I’m sure that there’s a lot more to say... Or maybe just to make us remember...
_ You think I want to remind you something? Or should I?
_ I don’t know, you haven’t said anything yet (or written) How do I know if it’s something worth knowing, or even remembered?
_ Okay, but what should we talk about? Life and death, human relations... The Earth and all that surrounds us, Nature... The elements, the thunderstorms and the sunny days... A flower?... We could talk about life in other planets or about the 2012 prophecies... O just about love. It’s hard to choose, and that’s just the tip of the iceberg. How about our souls? Even harder to put it in words...
_ Interesting points, how far can you take it? What else occupies your thoughs?
_ Family, or the magic of youth. Dreams and imagination. A painting or the language of babies. The trees and the grass and the sunsets. Again, love?... I don’t know if the alphabet, the letters can hold what is there to see... Or even the words to say it. The big bang and all the theories? Darwin’s human evolution or Adam and Eve with their apple?... Or all of the questions that have no answers?... How about silence? And darkness? Holes... And timeless shadows. Nothing.
_ That sounds like a good-bye, is it?
_ No, it’s a greeting to the unknown. It’s seeing what’s there to see... Everything. Feeling in soul more than in bodies and wondering about life.
_ But we can all wonder... What about knowing?
_ Sure, but we have to accept the fact that there’s always more to know. That some are just questions about questions, all answered but someone else. And how did he know? Who gave them the answers, and who stands against them?... To happiness there’s sadness, to light there’s dark and to everything there’s nothing. If up, then down...

_ To sound, silence... To words...

Algún Halloween en el que Te Necesité

[Hoy te fuiste, bajo la lluvia me refugié.
Se cortó la luz, y en vela te pensé.
Se cortó el teléfono, mas dentro te busqué.
Internet con ellos también se me fue.]

Mil y un obstáculos en este grisáceo Halloween encontré.
Por buscarte a la escritura sin más me encomendé.

Rey de las palabras ¿Cómo fue lo que le conté?
Dígame a que irritado demonio enfadé,
o a qué piadoso ángel sin querer ignoré.

Recuerdos de tu piel, tu voz, y otros me llevé,
tortuosos frente al vacío creo que los torné.
Aceptaría hasta una lágrima (una sostenida por fe)
Para sentir esa esencia que algún día por milagro probé.

Fui un puro ángel y con la policía irónicamente terminé,
no arrepentida ni temerosa, sino riéndo de cuando dudé.
Segura ahora, consciente de que como a ti, a nadie nunca amé.
Estas palabras son del día en el que mas fuerte te extrañé.