Me quede en aquella época
en la que te quitabas las medias
y salías a correr por los zacatales.
Hundías tus dedos en la tierra
y querías echar raíces
hacer del bosque tu hogar.
Las únicas líneas rectas
eran las que dibujabas
en tu mente
con la mirada fija en las raíces,
el musgo en los arboles caídos.
De repente encontrabas una rama
te convertías en mago,
y te sentías ligero
como un animal.
Ahora no tienes raíces
y tus pies están calientes
ahora vives en una caja
y eres demasiado humano
I sat here so close to you,
yet unnoticed, not even invisible
you knew I was here, but choose not to see
I really only wanted for you to call me
and say that the world suck, that you wanted a hug
or a soft kiss
that you felt so alone
but with me loneliness was alright.
That I somehow made you smile
that you wanted to share your life
all that sucky life, that life you didn’t wanted
I only wanted to share the fact that you wanted more,
wanted to disappear with you and be one in the nothingness
take you close to the void inside
the one that pulls me like gravity towards you
I guess you were lying when you say that I was yours and you were mine,
that you wanted to carry my children…
I guess you wanted me just to feel more alone.
Where art thou that bestow so much
intrigue in my panther heart?
Where will thou open your sorceress lips?
For it’s I
your complete warmness
that now wants to be
the handle and not the key
What kills the anguish?
Where art thou
Art thou in the memories
that I feed upon?
Or perhaps in the longing
that wakes in me?
Art thou in this absence,
in the words that you choose
not to speak?
Or could it be that thou
were never here,
and that I was spellbound
by thy cat-eyes?
Where are thou
I shall never know,
but I do know
that it will never be
close to me.