In the whispering nights,

the silence of my words

will sing with eternal pleasure

He carried in his suitcase

the dreams He left pending.

The unfulfilled promises

and a last farewell.

With each step,... Continuar leyendo

Driving this heart around,

I travel to a gray world
in search of love. A love

without thorns or scorches.

My propitious destiny to love is

Cansado de inyectar la pluma

en mis venas. Estrellar en el cielo

esperanzas que se esfuman,

Love hurts when it clings to the shadows of maybe. We break down when we look for in another what we do not find in ourselves. Each scar is a verse written with broken promises, but also a reminder: It is not love that harms, but what we demand of it. Love, that whisper that promises eternity, sometimes cuts like the edge of broken glass. It is not love itself that hurts, but the clumsy hands with which we hold it, the expectations that we hang on it like chains, the emptiness that we intend to... Continuar leyendo

To forgive...

Is the most powerful act of self-love.

It releases the emotional burden

that binds us to the past.

A little bit at a... Continuar leyendo