Lo veo acostado en la cama.

Quieto como una estatua.

Ausente como el viento.

Sólo un sutil movimiento delata vida en ese cuerpo inerte.

Lo miro.

Ninguna respuesta.

Ningún sonido.

Me acomodo lentamente a su lado.

Lo veo.

Ninguna respuesta.

Ningún sonido.

Vacío.

Al mirarlo siento todo.

Nada.

Indiferencia.

Temor.

Confusión.

Vacío.

Siempre vacío.

Vacío que llena.

Vacío que completa.

Vacío que permanece.

Me atormenta lo que veo.

Soy el alma de un cuerpo inerte.

Atrapado.

Inservible.

Destructible.

Fugaz.

Ahora sus labios son sólo labios.

Nada más.

Nada menos.

Todo se ha convertido en un concepto.

Objeto.

Definición.

Ya no veo la persona que me inspiraba a soñar.

Reír.

Sentir.

Volar.

Ya no reconosco esta voz que dice mi nombre.

¿Es ésta la misma persona que despertó en mí la emoción de las palabras?

¿La tristeza que se apega a los huesos y te obliga a caminar?

¿El anhelo de lo extraordinario en lo ordinario?

¿La magia en cada acción?

Ninguna respuesta.

Ningún sonido.

Me levanto lentamente.

Miro hacia la ventana.

Todo es desconocido.

Todo es _________ .

Cierro la cortina.

La luz, sólo un reflejo de lo que era.

Giro lentamente.

Lo miro.

Ninguna respuesta.

Ningún sonido.

Me aproximo a la puerta.

Tomo la manija firmemente.

Lo miro de nuevo.

___________.

Salí del cuarto.

Nunca regresé.

El vacío mi única respuesta.



Helena Madrid.

Goodbye, Blue Eyes. by Helena Madrid

I looked at the sky, it was so blue.

I looked at the clouds, they were so white.

I looked at the sea, it was so clear.

I looked at the sand, it was like gold.

I looked at the tree, and it was dead.

I looked at the mountains, and they were magnificent.

I looked at my face, and I saw…nothing.

I had the feeling that something was wrong, I looked at this place, and I knew it was beautiful, but I could not feel anything, I could not taste the sweet perfection that was all over the place. While I am sleeping, I’m dreaming of those perfect days when I was with him, I remember his eyes, his beautiful dark blue eyes, shining in the abyss like two stars, so perfect, so blue, so mine... He looked at me, kissed me, hugged me, loved me and adored me… but then when everything was so great… I find myself again lying alone just to realize it was all a dream while 5 small tears fall into the water. The wind whispers me something, it’s the truth, a truth I am not prepared to face, a truth I don’t want to face… “He is not with you anymore, you are alone… you are alone” He says. My soul screams “I do not want to be alone, I am scared, don’t leave me, I love you”, but I cannot think of anything else than death, cold and loneness. I am so scared.

Suddenly, the fierce wind stopped, leaving a sweet memory. I felt different, in that moment I wasn’t sad, I was remembering those perfect days, and his eyes, oh, his perfect blue eyes, just looked at me, in that moment I was the only girl in the universe, I was the prettiest, I was his soul mate and he was mine. Oh, he did love me, he adored me, there was nothing that could split us apart, what we felt was like blood, passionate and warm. And then, I come back to the present, everything was gone, my memory, my happiness, everything. He left me and I am alone once more.

I felt the wind, I was dreaming again, I opened my eyes and saw… I saw the sunset, so beautiful, so perfect, and so peaceful. How can I be so anxious when everything is so calm? Why I cannot enjoy this place like I did before? I remember the beauty, I remember the sweet scent on my skin, I remember the happiness that this place once brought to me and certainly, I remember him, and still, I don’t have any good memories, just memories of pain and darkness.

This is the very same place, the same tree, the same sand, the same sunset, just 5 years later, and with one person instead of two. Oh!, I remember everything like it all happened yesterday, the sunset was made of our love; the joy seemed to last forever. All happened too fast for me to taste it, and suddenly, my dear lover was gone. As the same way he came to me, he run away, don’t looking back. Yes, I lost him, I lost his heart by losing my soul. I lose my soul by losing his heart.

I see this magnificent sunset, but I cannot be part of this beauty, I don’t see hope anywhere. I am a stranger to the universe, I no longer know what beauty is, I am not the same person. I feel my breathing fierce, my mind is in darkness, the sunset frightens me, I don’t want to be alone, but I am alone. I have no escape.

I close my eyes and wonder, what is he doing now? Is he happy?. Oh!, his eyes, his lips against mine, his arms all around me, just loving me, kissing me, making love to me, his breath in my lungs and his heart beating with mine as one. I don’t want to open my eyes ever again, I want to stay here forever, I want to keep lying in the sand, I want to be part of the sea, part of this peace. Right here and right now everything is like it suppose to be. I embrace my loneness, I keep my stone heart.

All I want to do now is to be with him, to look at him, to see him smile at me with that sweet smile that I love, to be one again. I cannot resist his smile, I cannot resist him, he is perfect, maybe too perfect. The strange wind blow again, and with 5 more tear, I forgot his touch, his presence, his existence.

I just look to the sky, so beautiful, so peaceful, and I was sure that this was beautiful from the eyes of others, but for me… it was empty. But then, I saw a light so bright that I thought for a moment that I was blind, but this light was so far away, I wanted to touch it, but I could not reach it. “I can´t reach it!... I can´t reach it!” I cried. I understood that I was looking inside my soul and that that light was hope, that if I touch it I could be happy once more, but I was trap by my own thought, I could not reach it, I stood up and try to reach that light that was over the sea. It took me no more that 3 seconds to realize that I did not want to be happy, I did not deserve to be happy. I did not even realize I have closed my eyes.

Everything was like it was supposed to be, I want to lay right here forever and think of him, think that he is with me, my life is meaningless without him. I stood up, one last time, I see, with these broken eyes the white sunset, the blue sea, the big mountains, the soft gold sand and my dearest tree, where I lay down with my love 5 years ago. Everything was silent, everything was in peace. I am anxious, scared, I don’t want to be alone, I don’t want to take the peace from this place, I don’t want to be the stranger any more. “I won´t” I said to the wind.

I lay down one last time, hoping that this sand, Oh! This gold sand, washed me and make me part of this place, where I can be peaceful. I looked at the sea, one last time, wondering what my life could have been with him. I looked the tree, my tree, one last time, and I remember what my life has been with him, that life that now was gone, I was like that tree…I was dead.

I remember how the sky, with their blue, green and yellow colors overwhelm us. Everything was right back then. The sea seemed so far away, was like a platonic love and the perfection in it because you never reach it, it is so…magical. I missed him, I missed his skin against mine, I missed his eyes, I missed to be adored and loved. I miss my friend, my life, my soul, my love.

I left him, I could not resign to my loneness, I was a prisoner of the loneness and I embrace it. I hope he will ever forgive me, he knows I love him, I always loved him and I always will. The saddest thing of all, it is that I was the one to say him no. “Goodbye, my love” I thought.

Now I am ready to die, here and alone. I want to be a part of this place, I took the sand and cover my heart with it, I closed my eyes, and he was kissing me and then… the water took me into the sea, and when I was 5 centimeters of the bottom of the sea I opened my eyes and saw the light of hope now all over me, taking me, embracing me. It was then when I understood that I was with my love and he kissed me making me smile… And then, with that memory, I explode into a million pieces, becoming part of this magnificent landscape. The last thing I heard is the light of hope talking to me, whispering, whispering… “Goodbye”.

quotes of DEAD POET SOCIETY

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be? 

[quoting Henry David Thoreau] "I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived." 

Now we all have a great need for acceptance, but you must trust that your beliefs are unique, your own, even though others may think them odd or unpopular, even though the herd may go,  "that's baaaaad." Robert Frost said, "Two roads diverged in the wood and I, I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference." 

moments

me estoy rompiendo
ya no soy una,
eras mío,
y te perdi,
te fuiste,
y no te bastó
llevarte mi corazon,
mi ser,
mi alma,
mi razón.
Debo ser yo quien esta mal,
con mi desesperación
al luchar con ser especial,
¿Por qué no enfrento mi realidad de que no sere nadie?
nunca podre superarme,
estoy derrotada.
Tengo la necesidad de decir te amo
pero no puedo,
¿Por qué no puedo amar y ser amada?
cuando mas necesito de ti me dejas soñando,
muero con cada minuto qe pasa,
no dejo de pensar que sería de mi vida
si tu estuvieras en ella,
no me imagino sin ti,
pero tampoco contigo.
Tengo un mareo,
dando vueltas en mi cabeza
diciendo verdades que duelen
en el fondo de mi ser,
que no me deja pensar claramente,
cada vez que quiero ser feliz,
el destino me juega una trampa
y marca mi muerte
¿Por que no soy suficiente?
¿Por que no soy suficiente?
¿Por que no soy suficiente?
esas palabras me atormentan a cada segundo que pasa
quiero escuchar un te quiero,
un te necesito,
un te amo,
pero jamás pasará,
porque entre mas lo anhelo
menos lo encuentro.
¿Por qué no simplemente soy fría?
¿Por qué debo esperar tanto de las personas?
¿Por qué no puedo sentirme feliz con quien soy?
¿Por qué no puedo ser parte de ti?
lloro en silencio,
me averguenza verme débil
¿Pero qué mas da?
soy debil,
me destruyen las palabras.

Maid Cafe Oshimai

Ayer, fue un día muy divertido e interesante, mi amiga Andrea nos invito a dos amigos Elí y Chuy y a mi a Plaza Fiesta San Agustín, y no llevó a un lugar llamado "Maid Cafe Oshimai", este lugar era para ciertas personas que son catalogadas como "geeks", pero en verdad esta muy divertido y padre, y para a los que les guste el arroz is the best place to go xD, pero lo mejor fue cuando en el menú me dí cuenta que decia "special service", y con curiosidad le pregunte a Andrea de que se trataba, y pues ya me explico que consistia en pagar 30 pesos para que la mesera te diera un servicio especial, puede ser desde algo agresivo como una cachetada o tirarte el café, hasta darte un beso o platicar contigo. Muertos de la curiosidad mis amigos Elí y Chuy decidieron contratar o comprar este special service, ambos eligieron a la mesera que era llamada "feliz :D", y se veía muy inocente y timidaa entonces se vioo kind of cute xD..... la vdd yo era la más emocionadaa por este servicio y creo que estaba mas nerviosa que mis amigos xD. Feliz les hizo un dibujo a cada uno de mis amigos pero haciendo un MIni Elí y un MIni Chuy... y dejenme decirles que me encantaron esos dibujos... xD.... hahahah puedo terminar con que en verdad me gustaria regresar a ese lugar y ver a más amigos pedir el special service!!!! hahaha

ciaoooooo

Hele (:

Ella sufria,

mientras el disfrutaba,

ella moria,

mientras el vivia,

ella, de sus ojos resplandecientes,

que reflejaban solo penas de amor,

desparramando lagrimas como grandes diamantes,

que solo rasgaban su dulce piel

sacando llagas,

y en su desesperación,

sus labios dejaron de ser rojos,

sus mejillas perdieron su singular color,

su pálido cuerpo tirado en el vacio de su alma

su corazón daba vueltas y vueltas

latiendo como nunca

inhabilitandola de respirar con fluidez,

su cuerpo caia al vacio de su alma y al dolor de su corazón,

su paz se vio corrompida,

por aquel joven,

que prometia hacerla volar,

pero en lugar de ello la hundía,

su cuerpo llacía roto,

lo habia roto un hombre,

como un niño que corta una flor

y se marchitara quitandole la vida y la felicidad

soñando con un mañana,

sin una esperanza de un hoy.