Escondite!

Cuando estos en esos días en los que te apetece estar solo, sin nadie, sin ti mismo! Estar y pensar. Acercarte a ti mismo sin que nadie te interrumpa. Escápate, hulle, ves a donde nadie puede ir, a donde nadie puede llegar. Incluso ves mas allá, mas incluso de a donde nadie puede ir, ves y quédate solo, arrinconado. Allí estarás bien, contigo mismo. Y sino llegas, sino puedes ir, entonces... juega al escondite y te quedaras solo: 

Cansancio!

Te despiertas. Tu solo. Nada de alarmas. Nada de nada. Y pasas el día. No haces nada especial, pero pasas el día. Y cuando van pasando los minutos, las horas. Hace presa de ti. Dueño de tu cuerpo. Te incita a ir al sofá, tumbarte y no ser nadie. Pero, ¿por qué? Preguntatelo a ti mismo. Eres tu el que lo llama. Eres tu el que no lo dejas ahí aparcado, donde no le ve nadie. Eres tu el que le dices: ven, llevo muchas horas acumuladas de sueño, llevo mucha fiesta por detrás, llevo, llevo, llevo!! Y entonces llega la noche y caes redondo en la cama! Y duermes, y duermes...y duermes...zzz.zz...zzzz.........z!!!! Y te despiertas y piensas:

They!

I met my first love when I was born. Light was her name. Her enormous power always makes me see the life. So lucid and so beautiful, she taught me to grow, playing to count the stairs every evening. I believed to fall silent when Excitement touches my teenager heart.  I fell in love; she was so beautiful, my favourite flower, my other half. She said me that the dreams become true too. Indifference was lost when I saw her walking absent-minded, every day, she didn’t know that I am. Her absent look between the people didn’t seduce me. So much cold, something told me “don’t trust her”.  While, Melancholy loved me dearly. Each night she appears half naked in my bed and she hugged me, she opened old wounds. I sob, her skin didn’t give me happy days and I left her. I forget her charm and her lap because I met Passion soon. It was love at first sight. Together each morning, my darling always made me love in wet sheet.

I met Perseverance shortly. I attracted to her fragrance. Since this moment, I have met her. Her self-esteem and her discipline said me “don’t give up, you will have a side in the top with the bests”.  But I suffered from lovesick when Envy looks me. Other femme fatale who kiss and make you to bleed. When she talked, she lied, she wanted to kill my faith. She put her poison in the tongue of all the people that I met. For this, I cried next to Nostalgia every afternoon, feeling like a coward if she came to hug me. Until one day, Loneliness touched my door and paralyzed me. She hugged me breaking my framework. And I saw to pass the months, I didn’t want to see anybody. Until I met Hope, who was waiting me in the street. She talked to me about a future and about fight for it. She told me “Liberty is waiting you, she will be always faithful”.

Them. They left her mark in me, the love and the abandonment, sensations that I lived. Waking up charms, opening injured and passions. Them. Stairs and hawthorns. Beautiful women who love you or kill you. I found them in the corner, she shined like diamonds. Them. They were lovers of one moment.