𓂃 ོ

Si tengo que vivir mil veces, que siempre sea para encontrarte.
Y si viajo a otros mundos, y me desenvuelvo en otras formas,
solo pido que todas me lleven a ti.

For a reason you’re here…

You got me under the blankets,

sighing, remembering your lips.

I know you probably like me —

that you enjoyed my wet hips,

my body over your pelvis,

and my waist when it’s time to sleep.

There are some things obvious.

You were so in love before,

and then tried to erase your burning fire of youth —

it’s like trying to extinguish a blaze

that climbs the treetops

and continues burning between two hearts

unwilling to surrender.

I’m the deep, fluid ocean.

And you’re used to getting lost in the smoke.

With you, it was not necessary to have the control.

The universe was the vehicle

that guided our course.

I’ll keep surfing the waves —

not expecting to quench your thirst,

but always wanting to kiss you one time more.

We both know this is not common.

Not everything is usually so aligned.

But maybe I’m just idealizing boundaries…

It’s time to face real life.

I love your eyes.

I love your mind.

Yes,

You win!

1+ level up.

I’m happy, I love to see you smile

But love, it isn’t about that…

My love… my love for you, my love is in your heart.

And you showed me the world through a mushroom ride

You broke the smokescreen that clouded my mind,
in a moment of confusion, when my soul shouted to find itself close one more time.

Between illusions,
playing to chase us in a boundless green field,
in a long white dress with light blue sparkles.

I closed my eyes,
and I recognized that you were an angel sent by the sky,
to cleanse the fears that I was leaving from the past.

Blue-yellow seahorse in your shining armor,
desperately looking for love —
I knew it from the beginning, that I was not.

You were running
to spring all your feelings up…

Treasure of the oceans.
Don’t fight with the rhythm of the waves —
dance with the water,
rise up with the breeze of the air.

Drinking aqua with herbs
and watching the silent nature in your sofa.

All my life changed after I met you.

Thanks for the ritual.
For me, it was magic
in an ephemeral night of intercourse.

Because we are so used to pretending

to be someone else

that when a heart is sincere,

the world runs away.

Yes darling,

sometimes I seem crazy

and it’s because I give in totally

with every atom of myself.

As with you… a mistake.

A mistake that I would make again,

but now I don’t want to

because you cannot see what goes beyond your pleasures,

and baby, I like people who are real.

Was a misunderstanding to believe in your beyond,

you reminded me that there are people who are experts

in creating false realities that they just pretend,

enjoying the power of feeling others melting

in their sweet bitter glibness

falling like lava

from the mountain of a volcano.

You persuaded me with your deception,

you did it very well,

sometimes I still feel wrapped

in your body, your eyes, your chest and your breath.

I was distrustful from the beginning,

I had been for a long time

protecting my heart from phonies

and closing my soul.

I was not looking for anything,

but it was you who sought to hug me

spitting out for no reason

stupid sweet love words

and then everything fucked up.

You are a child,

You are a child —

handsome French illusionist boy

who was just drunk and everything forgot.

The one who plays with fire burns.

You played with what ignites

the forest of my soul,

and then was when everything fucked up.

There was no need,

I also like to eat finite tasting desserts

that will never come back.

1.90 cm tall, T-shirt and jean pants.

We met in a tacky club —

what can I expect from that?

Playing with the gaze and dancing all night,

I was a girl too —

a naive old silly girl

who pretended to find love in a college dorm.

You ate my lotus flower

in a little blue messy room.

I remember your eyes

looking up from below.

Yes, I acted like a lunatic

and it’s because I swore just to give myself

to those who know to recognize

the treasures that are around.

You played with what is most precious to me,

and that’s something I can’t allow.

You swore it to your mother —

god, how far can you fall.

Now I understood everything,

so far I recognize the signs,

and yes, do you remember?

you never got to your final aim.

I will not look for you again —

not that anymore.

The good thing about not seeing you again

is that as more time goes by,

it takes with it the memory

of that dying fantasy night.

At the end, you wore a mask.

Not white, not black —

not yin, not yang.

Flowing unpredictable chasing your desires,

You’re definitely not the one.

You played with cards,

You don’t even know what you want.

First fix your past,

And let me alive.

I don’t like to waste time

in a cigarette on fire.

I’m too cute for you to handle it,

You’re hot like ice.

For a while,

I’ve been tired of not having clarity.

You weren’t that good…

You are just

a builder of lies.

En la última gota te hice el amor.
Una lágrima que nunca te tocó y que, en un suspiro, se desvaneció.
Así se rompió.
En esa última canción, en la que (donde) nuestros cuerpos atravesaron nuestro corazón,
y donde la mente, al fin, comprendió, que era el último baile, el último adiós.