imi e frica de frica ce vine
din senin, din ghetusul din fata casei
din soarele torid, pe campurile pe care stramosii le stiau fara GPS ca bataturile palmei mainii stangi.
imi e frica de frica din genunchii copilului meu cel mai mic
imi e frica de frica lui, sa nu fie mai puternica decat iubirea care il inconjoara.
frica care ma ajuta sa dau si mai multa iubire.
te has ido
y me dijiste que te vas y adonde
si me hubieras invitado no se si hubiera tenia el buen sentido para no venir.
te agradesco por tener algo que yo alomejor no tengo.
echo de menos
a ese primer momento que vi tu calor
y tu passion que esta con migo algun dias
y la seguridad y la curiosidad que tu presencia me da
no se por que
este fuego que ni con hielo ni con agua
se para de llenar mi alma.
more than a year
has passed since my first dream of you
it came with no warning
a kiss in a dream
it awaken something in me
something I never looked for
but it added layers to my heart
layers of desire
of care from a distance
layers of guilt and of vulnerability
vulnerability I never wanted to build
but vulnerability that taught me about a deeper meaning I was already looking to understand
never asking for anything
my heart still trembles like a dragon in the ashes of that first dream.
I was borned from the mountain of desire or faith or how people call it from Athos.
I got to be one of the many citizens of the court of Mary, but when she got expelled from the mountain she took me with her, in her right pocket.
I got to be held by saints, by ordinary woman, by powerful man, even by woman that sold their soul, and sometimes their body.
I got to know the world, and especially people by their colors
and if their colors were dark, they would never be able to hold me
as I am the one of the small stones from the originary carvings.
I choose who can hold me, for a second or more.
I travelled the world many times, but I stopped when got to be held by a man, a contradictory man.
I saw his many colors his many words and his steady feelings. I choose to stay.
Then for one day or 2 I chose another with the colors of the Sun.
One that had all the potential, all the internal strength, which had amazing colors.
I got to bathe in this colors and almost forgot about my purpose. I remembered the steady one and decided to return.
My path is long, maybe never ending.
