You&Me

You&Me
All else is nothing

domingo, 2 de enero de 2011

Ella...

Eres más qe todo para mí,no se qe seria de mi si no te hubiera conocido.Haces completa mi existencia.Sin vos no soy nada, no soy nadie.Te necesito.

Estas aca, otra vez sumergida entre mis pensamientos.Quizas esta demasiado cerca el dia en qe deba pasar todo lo qe deba pasar, entre nosotras...No me importa y no creo en nada de lo qe digan los demas.La ciudad, la gente, el mundo se desaparece en cuanto cruzamos miradas.
Quiero explicarte lo qe siente mi corazon cuando apareces nuevamente en mi cabeza...
Y es como zambullirme en una pintura qe pinta su cielo de rosa.Que la brisa suave me recorra una calida tarde de otoño.Son hojas blancas listas para ser llenadas de palabras hermosas con la tinta mas negra de todas, con esa brisa qe trae tu perfume a travez de una ventana de cristales transparentes.Siento el sabor dulce qe me provoca el pensarte.Eres el aroma de la lluvia por las noches.Eres esa rosa preciosa de pétalos puros y suaves apenas húmedos del rocío de la mañana..Eres caminar descalza por el pasto verde mas jugoso y brillante de todos, y el roce de la arena tibia entre mis pies...Esa melodía qe no se va de mi cabeza.Creer.Es confianza ciega.Eres la serenidad mas pura y prolija.Un vaso de sprite con hielo en verano.Es esa caricia esfumada y el color del que se tiñe el cielo junto al arcoiris.Eres la luna llena rodeada de niebla.Eres el sol brillante de verano y el sol suave del otoño.Cantar una cancion casi en un susurro.Eres lo qe necesito en mi vida.Eres todo lo qe busco.Eres amor y pasión.Eres parte de mi vida.Eres mi amor y pasión.Eres mi vida entera.Eres todo lo qe quiero.Eres mi alma.Eres mi vida...

Te amo con todo lo qe soy o puedo ser♥



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Please Hear What I'm Not Saying

Please Hear What I'm Not Saying

Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear
for I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I'm afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.

Pretending is an art that's second nature with me,
but don't be fooled,
for God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well
as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water's calm and I'm in command
and that I need no one,
but don't believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask,
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,
to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.

But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only hope,
and I know it.
That is, if it's followed by acceptance,
if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me
of what I can't assure myself,
that I'm really worth something.
But I don't tell you this. I don't dare to, I'm afraid to.
I'm afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance,
will not be followed by love.
I'm afraid you'll think less of me,
that you'll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.
I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.

So I play my game, my desperate pretending game,
with a facade of assurance without
and a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,
and my life becomes a front.
I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.
I tell you everything that's really nothing,
and nothing of what's everything,
of what's crying within me.
So when I'm going through my routine
do not be fooled by what I'm saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying,
what I'd like to be able to say,
what for survival I need to say,
but what I can't say.

I don't like hiding.
I don't like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you've got to help me.
You've got to hold out your hand
even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings--
very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!

With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator--an honest-to-God creator--
of the person that is me
if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison,
if you choose to.
Please choose to.

Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach to me
the blinder I may strike back.
It's irrational, but despite what the books say about man
often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.

Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet
and I am every woman you meet.

Charles C. Finn
September 1966