Forgetting The Moon

Last night the warrior dreamed about the long since forgotten moon. She made her way into his dreams in an unexpected fashion. It had been a long time since the last time I thought about her, however, my heart exploded just like the first time she kissed me for real, in that distant land that some call paradise, such a cold place, almost as cols as her heart.

The dream felt almost real. They kissed and hugged in a brilliant stream of moonlight, but then, as it had happened in the real world, she tried to deceive the warrior once again. As she described how she wanted for her light to shine upon another warrior's heart, our hero unsheathed his sword in order to sever the memories that bounded him to the brilliant light of that pitiful moon.

...Nevermore was the word he screamed as he woke up.

Identidad Disfrazada

¿Por qué es tan difícil mostrar mi verdadero ser?
¿Será que solo me importa lo que se puede ver?
¡Tanto que critico a la gente superficial!
mas mi doble moral me asesta un golpe fatal.

Ante ti me he mostrado casi real,
actuando maduro, como si fuera cereal.
He sido delicioso, nutritivo y hasta crujiente
pero sigo ocultándome como un delincuente.

Hoy casi logro ser quién en verdad soy,
acortando así el lapso entre Hola y Me voy.
Fue raro y hasta un tanto extraño
pero espero sigas aquí el próximo año.

La verdad está difícil de encontrar
mas en este blog siempre la podrás buscar.
Me haces sonreír, quiero serte sincero,
abrirte mi corazón y mostrarte un YO verdadero.

Lamentos Finitos

Escribir con un lápiz me parece molesto, es como ser sentenciado a desahogar solo unas cuantas ideas. Quizás no sea tan malo, pues me obliga a medir mis palabras y a entender lo valiosas que son tales manifestaciones de grandeza.

¿No es el idioma la más grande riqueza? Pues en estos momentos añoro la virtualmente ilimitada cantidad de enunciados que me permitiría plasmar un lapicero o una computadora. Por el momento, me limito a disfrutar de la emoción que me trae escribir con este pobre lápiz.

Los recursos, que conforman a este humilde trozo de árbol, danzan a mi alrededor mientras la brisa me recuerda que cada palabra cuenta y que cada trazo es un placer que he de saborear mientras este pobre pedazo de madera me lo permita.

Las leyendas hablan de un instrumento que me permitiría extender mi ya notoria adicción a plasmar hasta el más mínimo pensamiento, en mi mente se dibuja un sacapuntas de plata, él refleja la solución a la muerte progresiva, sentencia dolorosa que se manifiesta en lamentos finitos.


*Originalmente escrito con un Lápiz.

Espectro de Vagancia.

En mi aburrimiento me ha dado por rimar,
si esto no te gusta puedes ir a otro lugar.
Siento que un gran fantasma asecha mis verdades,
Silente, él me recuerda a mis responsabilidades.
Procrastinar es un acción fatalmente adictiva,
pero si hoy no la dejo mi muerte será definitiva.

Abrazo digital

Mientras mi corazón palpita violentamente de este lado del internet, me pregunto cuál sería la mejor manera de mandarte mi cariño. Es lamentable que, por más que busqué, no pude encontrar un emoticón que pudiera manifestar siquiera una fracción del cálido abrazo que quiero darte. Frente a mi hay una pantalla, prisión que me condena a presenciar la tortura de saber que estás ahí pero que no me permite palpar el calor de tu sonrisa ni la profundidad de tu mirada. Nada como tenerte en persona, nada como tu encanto natural que ni con 1000 TB de ram podría ser emulado. En estos momentos me veo forzado a conformarme con que sepas lo que siento, más sé que él día en que te vea romperé esta barrera que me encadena a los límites del ordenador, te abrazaré con cariño y sentirás mi corazón.  

How to get rid of unrequited love...

Once upon a time, a young man was being attacked by the vicious illness of unrequited love. Unable to forget his long since gone past, he sheltered himself in an even more vicious activity: Sugar coating the ugly memories of the past. Alone and in pain, without anyone willing to mend his heart, he struggled to take back what he thought was his very own missing half.

-I swear that I'd do anything to have you back, anything!(Said the broken hearted young man)

-Anything? What for? My heart doesn't have the slightest piece of affection towards you anymore.(Answered the owner of the young man's heart)

-It can't be! You swore you'd love me forever, that your feelings for me were real!

-Dude! I was confused, and I didn't know what I was doing. I never actually loved you, you were just a way to avoid my loneliness all along. You made me feel trapped, like a prisoner.

-Like a prisoner! Are you mocking me?

-You don't understand anything at all, how was I supposed to leave you, when all you did was giving your all for me? I felt ashamed, because I was unable to pay back.

-You admit I gave my all for you, that I loved you with all my heart, but you are still unable to love me back! What's wrong with you?

-You still don't get it, you are just not the one. I used to be insecure, therefore, I didn't trust myself nor consider myself beautiful, however, you were always there to remind how beautiful I actually am.

-You are talking nonsense, contradicting yourself!

-If you allow me to conclude, the you'll get it!

-Go on princess.

-When I finally understood how beautiful and talented I am, I realized that I deserve better. Look at you, your way of dressing, your weakness, you are not even sure of yourself! I can't marry someone like you.

-So, that's it, I ended up not being good enough for you... I don't know what hurts the most, realizing how you've turned into everything I hate or admitting that deep inside of me... I'm still yearning for your love.

-You are so immature! Look at the bright side, at least you realized what's wrong with you. Learn from this experience in order to find someone else, although I know that's going to be pretty difficult for you.

-Farewell heart breaker, I don't need your shallow advice, keep it for yourself.

The boy kept walking, without knowing where he was supposed to go. He had lost the lantern that guided his heart, unsure of what was the next step he should take; he just limped all the way through what he had achieved so far. One day he found a shovel and understanding what it was meant for at once, he used the shovel to release himself from that desert of sugar coating that was destroying his life.

There's a long path ahead the young man, a white desert of sugar that coats his past, hiding every single bad memory linked to her. One day he'll shove off the last bit of sugar, one day his heart will be completely healed.

Flirting with the moon...

There was once a warrior striving to win a war, one that would ensure he reached his one true love... An impossible feat that many had attempted to achieve before. A great honor that would only be bestowed upon the worthy. Falling in love with the moon is not one's typical crush, but the warrior knew that overcoming a mighty challenge would grant him the honor of having an unconditional lover, one that will always be there to bless him with her holy moonlight.

Being the Moon's lover was a title that he held with pride, and knowing that she'd always be there to illuminate his path made him rejoice with happiness. It was until one day, in which the famine and the lack of resources had blurred his vision that the warrior failed to admire the wonders of that magnificent moonlight... The offense was not taken lightly by none of them.

Now he wonders whether he'd be granted with the honor of being illuminated by that gracious moonlight he has utterly failed to.

Un blog bilingue...

Saludos,

        A pesar de ser este un blog que generalmente publicará entradas en español, no se sorprendan si en algún momento ven algo en inglés por aquí. Bienvenidos al lado oscuro de la sonrisa, dónde a pesar de haber sombras también habrá lecciones para forjar la naturalidad de nuestras curvas faciales.