Showing posts with label amore. Show all posts
Showing posts with label amore. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 22, 2022

Al hacer

Al hacer el amor contigo 

Te entregaría algo de mi 

Mi alma

No entera, no completa pero un pedacito de ella 

Te entregaría mi corazón 

No entero, no completo pero unos latidos y mi amor 


Al hacer el amor contigo 

Estaria desnuda frente a ti 

Vieras mi cuerpo tal y como es 

Lo que amo y lo que aveces quisiera amar mas 

Pero también desnudaría mi alma frente a ti 

Estaría tan vulnerable 

Pero no sentiría miedo 


Al hacer el amor contigo 

Intercambiaría mi energía con la tuya 

Te daría mis estrellas, mi luna y mi sol 

No todo, no por completo pero algo 

Y a cambio aceptaría tus estrellas, tu luna y tu sol 


Al hacer el amor contigo 

Te miraré a los ojos y con ellos decirte cosas dulces 

Te abrazaré junto a mi cuerpo y sentiré tu corazón junto al mío 


Al hacer el amor contigo te daría algo muy puro de mí 

Algo que nadie mas ha visto 

Algo que nadie mas ha sentido 

Guardado tan solo para tí 

Y por eso, hoy te lo escribí 


-Bionica 

Tuesday, March 15, 2022

Amor

I think that as human beings we are designed to love
This is why many of us probably seek out relationships
We are hoping to feel that wave of warmth that escalates when with someone–a really good someone


But not everyone is right for us or even for themselves at a given moment

And so when this happens there is a domino like effect of what maybe brief pleasure followed by ongoing sadness, upset and what have you

And sometimes anger...

We become angry that someone isn’t the person we want them to be and vive versa


So it’s like we’re stuck in this loop of dislike and we don’t know why

But I think it’s because many times we lack the patience and self discipline to wait for what’s right

In a world where everything is instant, the waiting game isn’t a favorite of many

But at times, when played well, the results make us forget the time spent

At least that’s what some people say


Oh, and it doesn’t have to be romantic eros love either

Sometimes we don’t even get any parental love 

And so we search for kindness in others but don’t always find it 

And when we do, we may want to simply hold on to it for always & evermore 

It happens because we have an innate need to give love and receive it


I just don’t understand what happens to make us forget about love

After all, everything comes back to love

The way we act, the things we lack and try to make up for—it’s all because of love or the absence of such 

Crazy how something we can’t exactly see, is what we are constantly searching for

Grasping on to slivers of faith with hopes that we will find it. 


-Bionica

Thursday, July 16, 2020

Bearing it All

Sometimes when I write I feel like I’m baring it all for everyone to see
When you’re physically naked it’s like ok well that’s what it is 
But when it’s all emotional–there is just something else there 
Can swirl the butterflies a bit-yes it could be that I just made that up 

But here’s to swirling the butterflies and being a little naked 
Unzipping the jacket that covers the heart… 

Directed to a certain someone that shall remain nameless–

It’s something that I may not admit to you ever 
But maybe I did just fall in love with you after it was all over 
See I felt so many things at once 
It was a wave of emotions and something new that I couldn’t quite process yet
In my mind I had to wait 
I had to have more physical experiences with you 
Not just messages and FaceTime calls 

And when I was with you I felt loved 
Thinking about it now it was almost like a rom-com and we were the main characters 
The two that people are always rooting for because it seems so right 

But though it did 
My mind worked over time and just questioned things 
Asking myself ‘can this really be?’
Perhaps it could have 
It really could have 
But at a slower pace 
To really see how things could be 

But then life happened and the messages became less and less 
To the point that what I sent wasn’t lost in space, just left unanswered 
And I would have completely understood if you would have told me that you met someone 
I would have sent you well wishes because you’re great and you deserve it 

But you didn’t say anything 
And I respected and still do respect your silence 
With admiration for the relationship you have now 
Because I really do want you to be happy 
I feel that I could tell you I love you looking you straight in the eyes 
Not because I want you to overthink your relationship or push me away completely 
But because I genuinely want you to love 
To have that beautiful relationship that sprouts when two people meet and work together 
To make things better, learn from each other and continue growing every day in love and so many other good things 

However I won’t say that to you 
I won’t say anything at all 
I’ll let my words stay on a page 
Maybe say them one day, imagining that they reach your ears 
And that you know that I want you to be happy 
Feeling the love vibes that I’m sending you 
Knowing that its a different friendship between me and you…


Bionica 

Wednesday, March 11, 2020

Los Padres

Es error de los seres humanos pero en particular es un error que cometen muchos padres
Ese de mandar sin entender 
Como mi madre que me dice que tengo que buscar un trabajo en una oficina 
Pues si ella tuviera mi titulo universitario no anduviera cuidando viejitos 

Me dice que en eso voy a para yo 
Cuando trabajaba en una tienda me decía que igual que las viejas que trabajan ahi desde hace 20 años 
Pues igual como ellas iba terminar 
En un trabajo que paga pesos la hora sin ascender a nada 

Que madre mas guay eh?
Una madre que siempre me ha apoyado para ser la mejor version de mi 
La puta verdad es que no 

Mientras mas me pongo a pensar mi madre siempre me ha juzgado 
Y si por ella fuera y sus ‘consejos de aliento’ hace rato que hubiese tirado la toalla 
Y tal vez me hubiera tirado la soga al cuello 

Es que los padres no entienden para nada lo bueno y efectivo que puede ser una palabra de aliento 
Como ‘no te preocupes que las cosas van a mejorar’ o ‘esto no será para siempre’ y que tal un ’tranquila que con el tiempo veras cambios positivos’… 
Yo que se, cualquier cosa menos lo que me ha dicho 

Haber que cuando ella me pregunta algo no le digo ‘pues no, eso esta fatal’ 
‘¿Uy, porqué lo intentas si no sabes nada de eso?’
‘Te va ir super mal’…

En ves de haberme preguntado porque nunca he seguido en un trabajo de oficina la madre mía lo que viene es a criticar y desanimar 
No entiendo como los seres humanos piensan que con palabras desagradables van a conseguir cosas buenas 
Nunca me ha preguntado lo que en verdad me gusta 
Nunca me ha preguntado que me gustaría hacer 
Ni siquiera sabe para que soy buena 
Mas bien de eso se entera cuando me escucha tener conversaciones que con otra gente que no es ella 

Es algo que ocurre demasiado 
Aquí los padres queriendo mandar como dictadores creando sentimientos conflictivos hace a ellos 
Conflictivos porque son nuestros padres pero de la manera que nos hablan nos alejan entonces uno mismo piensa que es mal hijo por eso 
La verdad es que no, tan solo te quieres más a ti que las criticas ofensivas que no te ayudan a nada 

Yo personalmente he aprendido que un trabajo de oficinas es para mi porque no es una atmósfera en la que me quiero desarrollar 
Es que me vale madre los bochinches que siempre se escuchan entre los clack clack de notaciones en el ordenador o entre un cafe y un pan 
La lata esa de ‘escuchaste lo que pasó entre fulano y su amiga…?’ 

Y es algo que por lo visto puede ser inevitable porque lamentablemente hay mas personas que sienten una inclinación para divulgar cosas que no tienen que ver con ellos y dejar el lio creciendo en su casa 
Pero es así en muchos lugares 
Por eso he disfrutado el trabajo en tiendas 
Enfocándome por momentos en los clientes diferentes 

Porque prefiero trabajar mas con personas distintas que con los mismos que sin oficio quieren criticar al igual que mi madre 
Porque mientras pienso en que hacer con ese titulo que tal vez pudo haber enseñado mas 
Aprendo de la vida y de mi 
Aprendiendo a no juzgarme y ser cariñosa conmigo 
Aprendiendo de los errores que han sido inculcados en mi desde pequeña como preguntar y solo dictar 
Aprendiendo a dejarlos atrás y abriéndole la puerta a nuevas enseñanzas 

Dejando atrás ciertos errores que algunos nunca van a comprender 
Entendiendo que esta de mi quererme mas 
Entendiendo que no tengo que ser como mi madre 
Mas bien tengo que ser como soy
Con principio, aprendiendo hasta el final… 


Bionica

Wednesday, August 21, 2019

Thoughts

She wondered, what did she do?
What did she miss?
What game was he playing?
One day it’s I’d love to see you too 
The next day is silent and blank 
Like in between takes of a silent movie 

With a white question mark to show 
In the middle of the screen 
Searching her face for answers she cannot provide 

And so she didn’t 
She was tired of questioning something she would never know the answer to 
She continued going forward 
Occasionally wondering what if 
What could have been 
What could she have changed 
What was it that she did?

And then, something changed 
She grew tired of questioning 
She grew tired of waiting 
And so she moved on by herself 
With out looking back 
With out a question 
She ventured out on her own 

Without thinking of another
She only thought of herself 
Of what would be good for her 
Of what could help her grow 
Of what could help learn 

It was all she had left 
And it was a lot 
To learn to be alone and not just be content 
But to be happy with such 
She found herself 
And she loved herself 

Somehow all it took was a little bit of losing herself…
Bionica

Sunday, May 12, 2019

Done...

Her eyes kept on averting over to her phone 
The one that was kept in the dark for the past 3 hours 
Without a single notification to light it up
Not an email swoosh to let her know something new came in 
Or a beeping alert to the reply of his message 

And just like that she knew that it was over 
Without it even starting, it was done 
After a 10 minute walk, befriending her fur baby and 7 minutes of face to face talking 
It was done, just like that 

She wasn’t sure of what happened 
She wasn’t sure if it was something she said 
She wasn’t sure if it was something she didn’t say 

But after all that questioning, she knew she didn’t have the answers 
She knew who held the key, but she wasn’t going to try the lock 
Because just like that, it was done…


-Bionica