Prométeme, prometeme

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Prometeme que el resto de nuestras vidas será como en los cuentos… tan largo que roza lo eterno. Que tan solo algo pasajero e injusto amenaza con alejarte de mi vida. Que sos fuerte, y cuando no, yo lo soy por vos.

No puedo, no quiero imaginar… ¡No! Sin vos.  Sin voz. ¡Que no! No he tenido el chance de quererte como se debe. Algo que no ha podido empezar no puede terminar.

Soy egoísta. Tengo miedo. Prometeme que es cierto eso de que vamos a comer mangos entre temperaturas altas y conexiones lentas a internet. Que sí habrán angelitos con forma de niños que estén ligados a tu nombre y a mi español.

Que me prometás, te digo, que es sólo un susto agotador. No sé nada, sólo que… lo único que quiero es: vos.

Made up wars

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Take up arms. A new made up war that was planned long time ago by a bunch of brain cells.

Take up arms. In defense of liberty. In defense of profit. In defense of peace. What is real?

Take up arms. The location was unknown until the day that beheld a  revelation had come.

Take up arms. Face the unknown that makes you worry and rant; and calls for teary eyes.

Take up arms. Make plans. Make distances insignificant. Make time spread, as ductile steel.

Take up arms. You bear the unbearable. Wicked pain. You might faint, but strong you remain.

Take up arms. Today, tonight. Tomorrow. I share with you my soul if yours gets stumbled upon.

Only real wars are worth the fight. The only real wars are those from the heart.

The best is yet to come

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And so the title spoke, in the same subtle way the wind speaks to my sunburnt back.

A new year has begun. They go by so fast, as professional runners in a marathon.

Things are as they are, and they will be what they will be.

You only have hope, that helps you move on and look ahead with latent joy.

The stars set oddness as my company for life, what a delight!, what a bluff!

But hush there, listen… The best is yet to come.

El fin del mundo

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Y el mundo sí terminó, después de un adiós implícito que no pintaba un hasta luego.

Me acaricia la soledad mientras te extraño, y lo terrible es que cambiás de cara en cada instante; persistente.

¿A quién extraño?

Tus mil y una caras las llevo dentro, muy dentro, resguardadas por siempre del olvido. Y te espero, como ayer, como hace diez años, como dentro de diez años… Que los sueños son lo único que tengo.

Clock

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Life is very good right now. Life could be better though.

New experiences and new hopes have been born. But also some of the old; the secondary clock in my computer is still set on Amsterdam’s time.

The alarm goes off in the mornings, waking up is as difficult as ever, but there is so much to look forward during a working day.

Yet… I’m in love with love. Feelings imitate chameleons. What’s up? Move on, walk on, fight, grow. Keep hoping for the best, prepare for the worst.

Dearest ally and enemy, oh clock.

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