"Who said it was a sin to love too much?"

I long to rest in your eyes,
and just be,
in the murmur of silence.

In the sweetness of the calm
that smells of roses in the morning.

May your skin be my home,
and silence my insecurities,
just with your presence.

May our inner world collide,
in endless conversations,
losing itself in the depths of our universes.

May every morning be a choice,
may every morning be freedom,
to build a future with you.

Some of us want to flow,
like water,
on a quiet afternoon, at midday.

But we forget
that in the river,
there are rushing rapids and gentle pools.
Sweet curves,
flat bends,
with unexpected obstacles
that stir up small turbulences,
yet it kisses every stone.

It has no control,
no expectations,
it just flows, with the moon as its witness.

It lingers in whirlpools,
some evenings,
only to find its course again by morning.

It flows, leaving behind romances,
mountains, and beautiful memories.

The river flows with purpose,
caressing its shores.

The river flows without expecting anything,
giving the best of itself.

It is energy,
it is life,
it is like life itself,
in its most tender and serene form.

We are not our thoughts,
because the mind can fall silent,
it can fade away...
But the heart will continue beating,
sustaining what we are.
Because if the heart dies,
there is no mind left to think,
nor soul to remember.

A gray day
My body, a window, the tangerine trees, and the sea
A blanket over my back
A woman on my phone—not answering.

A taste in my mouth,
Sweet.
Maybe plums, maybe almonds,
Or maybe just loneliness.

A calm gaze,
A restless mind,
And deep down, peace.

The peace of freedom,
Of wanting, of loving.
But not at anyone else’s expense.

The easy thing would be to tell you
that he wasn’t special,
that there are plenty of fish in the sea,
that time heals everything.
Half-truths,
empty phrases.

But if you want honesty,
I know how hard it is to have your heart broken.
When you gave everything,
more than you could afford to lose.

When you gave so much,
you almost lost yourself.
I tell you this because I’ve been there,
where the soul bleeds without end,

Where the days turn gray
just by wondering
what you did wrong
to make him leave.
Where you waited for that call,
that voice saying he wanted to talk,
that you still deserved to walk together,
side by side.

But now, I want to tell you,
life goes on,
even with a broken heart.
You’ll hear songs that tell your story,
but one day, it will just be a story forgotten.

One day, you’ll say his name without pain,
but with gratitude.
Because he made you stronger
than you already were.

Because life and destiny
will lead you to real love.

But today,
conquer yourself with the same passion.
Give yourself
all the love you were ready to give.
Take yourself to dinner,
dress up,
buy yourself gifts.

Love yourself like no one ever has.
Want yourself like no one ever did.
Desire yourself like no one ever will.

Where is it?
Where did it go?

Could it be that I can't fall in love anymore?
Could it be that I've lost the ability?

Where's that intensity?
That storm of chemicals?
All that anxiety?

Where's the noise?
What's this softness?
Why so much tenderness?

Who am I if I don't have to fight to be loved?

Red heart,
and thick body.

Those scents,
sweet and delicate,
flowers and fruits.

Your long,
beautiful legs,
run up the sides of my glass.

Your tannins,
make your essence,
something interesting.

That depth,
that you have,
every time I taste you.

All those flavors,
that leave my throat,
with longing.

My lips,
and my tongue,
want more of your body.

My lips are tinged with you,
you gladden my soul,
and I intoxicate life.

How beautiful life is,
how beautiful to have found you,
how beautiful it was to have uncorked you.

We stop fearing love
when we accept that it won't last forever.

If our ideas don't end it,
our feelings, life or death will.

We will enjoy it while it exists,
we will not bind it,
we will set it free.

Every choice will be chosen,
every day that lifts us up, we will know how to sustain it.

And when it doesn't continue,
we may break,
but we will pick up each piece,
we will carefully reunite them.

Because sometimes breaking up
is the most honest way
to find ourselves whole again,
with the truth,
with ourselves.

I have a novel I can't finish writing.

Because there are kisses left ungiven,
words left unspoken.

Hugs left unfelt,
caresses that never became love.

Laughter I never saw,
and tears I couldn't dry.

Experiences left unlived,
and dreams undreamed.

One day they told me I couldn’t,
that writing wasn’t for me,
that poetry was something strange.

I listened to that soul,
that noble soul,
because I admired them
more than my younger self.

Today, I write with feeling,
with my heart in my hand,
seeking answers.

I do it to heal you,
so I can heal myself.

I criticize society,
stereotypes,
and structures that define us.

Poetry came that afternoon
when I described the sweet face
of that young girl.

Poetry came
when that relationship ended.
After giving everything
and having nothing left,
I said, “I just wanted you to love me.”

I would tell you I write poetry,
but they are spells
for the soul.

They impose fears on us
that are not our own.

Where you see darkness,
where you see shadows,
that is where you must go,
and there you will find yourself.

Be strong,
keep going,
not everyone wants to see you shine.

You are great,
you are immense.

Release your light,
illuminate yourself, and illuminate the world.

Lo siento,
no porque lo lamente,
sino porque realmente lo siento.

Perdona,
si te hice llorar,
Perdona,
si causo dolor.

Es algo que no esta en mi control,
Perdona pero hoy te digo,
Adiós.

Perdona,
pero de ti me olvidado,
ya no te amo.

De otra alma,
me he enamorado,
de un ser divino.

Un ser divino,
un buen amor.

De un ser distinto,
un ser adorable.

El me enseño a perdonar,
y valorar.

El me enseño lo que soy,
y que puedo alcanzar.  

Hoy te digo adios,
y..

Lo siento,
no porque lo lamente,
sino porque realmente lo siento.

Today, I want to speak to you,
my brother.

You who are feeling down,
who life is hitting hard.

You who feel alone,
or have a broken heart.

Maybe you've been left for someone else,
or what you're searching for hasn’t been found.

She didn’t deserve you,
and what you're looking for is just around the corner.

You’re not alone,
there are many of us,
with the same thought.

The thought of ending this,
and ending the suffering.

But through all the bad,
there’s always a brother.

A brother with a big ear,
to listen,
to what is resonating
inside of you.

I want you to know that you are strong,
and that I love you.

This is just a fall in life,
and soon you’ll tell it,
as something overcome.
I want you to know that we are many in your situation,
and we haven’t given up.

This battle is ours,
and we are winning it.

Don’t drop your hands,
you are worth a lot,
this is just a delay.

We will all get through this together,
and we will come out strong.

The burdens of today,
are the wings of freedom,
for tomorrow.

If you’re feeling bad,
just talk to me.