little helps

I never really help myself a lot more than I've helped my friends.
It did not even come to my senses till now.
I just thought I'm lucky.
But maybe it's because it all comes back 10 folds.

I miss you.
A lot.
I guess.

happiness

One day a man got everything he ever worked hard for.

He became happy.

He took a pause to see the wider picture.

He still sees his happiness within it.

Like the green hue of a Monet painting.

nothing makes me feel free than knowing when to say No. Respect's the only thing I got in a way you'll never have.

little steps...

Soneto XI,

Tengo hambre de tu boca, de tu voz, de tu pelo
y por las calles voy sin nutrirme, callado,
no me sostiene el pan, el alba me desquicia,
busco el sonido líquido de tus pies en el día.

Estoy hambriento de tu risa resbalada,
de tus manos color de furioso granero,
tengo hambre de la pálida piedra de tus uñas,
quiero comer tu piel como una intacta almendra.

Quiero comer el rayo quemado en tu hermosura,
la nariz soberana del arrogante rostro,
quiero comer la sombra fugaz de tus pestañas
y hambriento vengo y voy olfateando el crepúsculobuscándote, buscando tu corazón caliente
como un puma en la soledad de Quitratúe.

NERUDA

hushed.

I want to have time to cry.
It would be luxury.

I wish to have courage, more than bravery, or just talk...

"It is not enough to have a good mind; the main thing is to use it well." - Descartes

I'd like to pause I guess...

I want time to write, catch up, qualifying, not quantifying.

are we scared to be happy?

Sometimes I get stucked just thinking

about what on earth am I doing.

Talking with you again, on and on,

both never asking why.

You will never be the mn I like

like you will never like me.

But where is this place we live in,

Unafraid.  Weirdly.  Seriously.

Are we happy?

Is this sadness or that madness.

We will never be the person the other wishes to be.

But this comfort...