Over you, a hug with red lips that make you pretty from the distance.

Up close, I can see your life  paralyzed and your memories  falling apart.

You look pretty but you can’t move.

You look pretty but you are full of sorrow.

You will dream of better days and the cold wind will come.

Those arms will fall to the ground and freeze.

You will dream again… ohh that hug…

It will come, it will come again warm and full of pain.

by:  etereal



Un Beso de Viento

Un beso de viento te regalo.

Un beso que te impulse a iniciar tu vuelo. 

Un beso que se volatilize y llegue hasta dentro para darte calma y banarte en  pensamientos.

Un beso que endulce tu sagre para que me llame al sentir tu aroma.

Un beso que al rozarte te diga que te quiero.

I Remember

The depth of life’s richness

For every tragedy, there are a thousand joys. For every setback, there are countless ways to move positively forward from it.Though the world may sometimes seem cold and dreary, there is always a bright new sunrise on the way. Though life can certainly be unfair, it is at the same time filled with an unending supply of positive possibilities.

As painful as the losses can be, love will heal to an even greater degree. In the darkest of times, hope shines more brightly than ever.

Your own existence is so thoroughly familiar to you that you rarely think anything about it. Yet it is a wondrous miracle that is utterly beyond compare.

What you have is so much more than what you can touch or see. What you have is everything that is, and all that can ever be.

You will never fully grasp the depth of life’s richness. For the more of it you experience, the more of it there is.

— Ralph Marston

The Kiss

A veces no recuerdo lo que soy.

No me gusta tener copias de pinturas en las paredes pero he puesto un cuadro de Klimt en mi habitacion, “The Kiss”. Es una de las cosas mas hermosas que mis ojos han visto. Me puedo quedar mirando el cuadro por horas de horas al menos asi puedo recordarme y saber lo que soy.



….the image of a  powerful bond