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Lacy Black Underwear

Today I am wearing lacy black underwear For the sole purpose of knowing I am wearing them. And underneath that? I am absolutely naked. And I’ve got skin. Miles and miles of skin; I’ve got skin to cover all my thoughts like saran wrap that you can see through to what leftovers are inside from the night before. And despite what you might think, my skin is not rough; nor is it bullet proof. My skin is soft, and smooth, and easily scarred. But that doesn’t matter, right? You don’t care about how soft my skin is. You just want to hear about what my fingers do in the dark. But what if all they do is crack open windows? So I can see lightening through the clouds. What if all they crave is a jungle gym to climb for a taste of fresher air? What if all they reach for is a notebook or a hand to hold? But that’s not the story you want. You are licking your lips and baring your teeth. Just once I would like to be the direction someone else is going. I don’t ...

En la puerta de tu casa.

Son las dos de la  mañana, el tequila y su vapor ya están dentro de mi pecho. Mi aliento huele a mezcal , cigarro y a los labios de los 3 hombres que besé esta noche en la fiesta. Traigo un bóxer negro , tiene un resorte coqueto de encaje , con los que solía seducirte en esas noches de marzo donde solo necesitaba bajarme un poco los shorts para provocar tu instinto más animal y me aventaras al sillón rojo donde juntos hacíamos uno.  No lo traigo puesto para seducir a un hombre como lo hacía contigo , por que aunque mis labios han buscado los de otros , sólo encuentro el recuerdo de los tuyos. Los traigo puestos por si te encuentro en mis pensamientos , al menos recordar del modo en el que me tocabas la espalda cuando lograba volverte loco. Traigo unos shorts que están más cortos de lo que deberían ser , una playera de estampado y los zapatos con los que bailo más fácil. Los Malboro blancos que me acompañan y el encendedor en el bolsillo . Me salgo de la fiesta , me su...

One day more without you by my side

It is actually kind of funny when your sufferment becomes bearable , Some people think this is the part when you have overcome the difficulties in the past that were the reason you were in the dark place where you stood at . However it is my theory that resilence in the human being its not the capacity to overcome difficulties but to be strong enough to adapt to live with the problems you are fighting to resolve. Every day that has passed throug the last month has been a new adventure , some times I miss you even more than the day before , and there are days like today that although you come to my mind pretty frequently , those memories are pleasant and a big smile is being drawn in my face while sometimes I can feel your fingers running through  my back. I have adapted , I am stronger , I got thicker skin. Sometimes my new armor falls down and I cry a few tears for the dream of some day being together again , then I realize that fairy tales normally dont come true . Today I...

Open Letter to the love of my life

It has been a long time since the last time I had felt like writting , however , when I felt this urge again,  I somehow realized that words in my native language had run out in all the letters I wrote to you in the past , now I will start writting to you in another language in which I feel comfortable to use , and my feelings will still feel reflected in the few or many words that will be written along this series of letters . I sincerely hope you never find out abouth this letter, maybe I gave you the past ones , however this feels different , this time I am not writting to confess something I could not say in the past . December 25th, 2016 My dearest R: Analyzing the past series of events , I somehow acheived a conclusion I couldn´t have done in the past. I love you , I have loved you for a very long time . I have not done other thing in the past year but to love you and eventhough in my head my subconscious has whispered in my ear that you are the greatest love I have eve...