Showing posts with label como. Show all posts
Showing posts with label como. Show all posts

Monday, July 1, 2019

Como?

Cómo sería posible que de todos sus encuentros, él haya borrado todos los recuerdos de ella?
Es decir, cada detalle de sus momentos vividos 
Por mas bueno o malo que fuera 
De cada uno se aprendió algo 

Se aprendió a no temer y darlo todo
Se aprendió a no buscar el momento perfecto 
Entendió que no hay momento como el presente 
Que los impulsos muchas veces valen la pena 

Que la sinceridad si vale 
Y que los momentos ‘interesantes’ son mas de lo que parecen 
Que el amor tan solo nace 
Que el amor en verdad se siente 
Que el amor para todos es diferente 

Pero que para ellos ha sido el mejor 
Sus encuentros ’sorpresas’ 
La connexion inevitable 
Como si en ves de dos tan solo fueran uno 
Sin necesidad de hablar porque ya se entendían del todo 
Que su silencio decía mas que palabras 

Como olvidarlo todo?
Si de eso aun viven
Si sus lagrimas felices y las tristes llevan el nombre de cada uno 
Si cada vez que se han sentido falta de aire, es porque están lejos 


Cómo seguir pensando que nunca pasó?
-Bionica

Thursday, November 15, 2018

But how???

He was on a roll 
Asking her questions 
Making her question 
What things are 
How should they be 

Who is to say what’s really right?
Who is to say what really is the key to happiness?

And so she thought 
To herself, not aloud 
Not with him 

She thought about how great money is 
It can buy a lot of things 
But she didn’t really care for things 
What she really lived for was those moments 
Those moments that like in that ever so famous cliché 
Takes your breath away 

Alas, it was true 
At least her truth 
She cared not to be wealthy in money 
It would be nice, but not a priority 

She just wanted to be happy 
She just wanted to be free
She knew very well that she could be broke 
Broke but happy 

Broken and glued together and sewn back in so many places
But still happy 
Because it wasn’t all that bad
There were moments
Moments life gave her that were just as beautiful 
As all the hurt she had once experienced 

But what about him?
How could she tell this to him?
How could she make him feel?
How could she help him enjoy 
The feeling of the wind zipping past his face
While he ran on the field…

How could she teach him to love early mornings 
The kind in which the sky is seen 
With clouds of pink 
Like neon cotton candy across the sky 

How could she teach him to adore 
Those loving whispers 
The ones made each night 
Right before she said goodnight 

How?

-Bionica