apesardemayo

The capitalized fragments reproduce the names and sounds of letters in Spanish; this wordplay does not transfer directly into English.

My mind drifts away
when I think about your lips.
Memories leap
from the dictionary.

You know nothing about me,
although they have seen me around the neighborhood,
searching for reasons
in the alphabet.

At last I could have you, and
kissing you was everything I dreamed of.
We closed our eyes to the world.
I let our skin speak.

In your arms I wanted to lose myself.
Effervescent when I saw you again.
I moaned your name in silence
and unintentionally chopped away at time.

I try to lie, but you see my reflection.
It is fine to pretend, but I do not believe you.
You are my karma when I watch from afar.
You lift me up, I fly, and I am left looking like an idiot.
You emerge from the ground like a stalagmite.

January arrived and February can be felt.
I want you to teach me to love March alone.
I hope that one day I can move on.
I am thinking about closing my social accounts.

When you return, my faith does not perish.
But I keep running without GPS.
I love you and I do not think I understand you,
or whether what I had was enough.

As W said, I return to déjà vu.
In my heart I have an X where you used to be.
But the bus stopped in front of a Y,
on its way to love you from Alpha to Z.

My mind drifted away
reading your captions.
I spend every day
asking for a miracle.

You know about me,
even if you want to deny it.
I do not know the reason,
but sometimes I miss you.

Sometimes I forget you.
Sometimes I deceive myself.
A B C is simple:
sometimes I miss you.

Destiny stalks me
and whispers in my ear:

“Do not waste time,
because the clock is not your friend.”

Every step I take,
every breath I exhale,
every heartbeat
is a countdown.

We all lose while winning.
There are no repeats here.
No one lives without carrying something
inside the heart.

The leaves fall.
The wind keeps blowing.

Nothing waits for you.
Everything keeps turning.

The dreams I keep,
the messages I deleted,
are stories I carry,
songs from yesterday.

We all lose while winning.
There are no repeats here.
No one lives without carrying something
inside the heart.

If I leave tomorrow,
I want to know
that I loved without asking
for anything in return.

That I lived my life
as if yesterday were the last.

That I did it better
than I did years ago.

One less day,
another opportunity
to appreciate what we love
without fear.

One less day.
Tomorrow is fleeting,
and life slips away from us
in eternal moments.

Sometimes when I cannot feel you,
I imagine that you are here,
but you played with my feelings;
what you gave me cannot be given.

And how do I remove the thought
that we already saw the ending?
You are my only argument;
your memory will not leave.

And although I try to forget,
your portrait always stalks me.
After walking for so long,
only my footsteps follow me.

And if one day you are not here,
what do I do with what you left behind?
How do I sail again
with so much fear of opening up?

I do not want to stop trying,
but faith is running out.
I am not trying to hurt you,
but I think about it.

I almost died in the attempt
not to let you go,
and when doubt keeps growing,
it begins to destroy everything.

What is the point of reaching heaven
if they will not let you enter?
And if I burn in this hell,
my ashes will remain.

They say love waits,
and your memory will not leave.
I have nothing more to give time;
I am tired of trying.
If you no longer believe in us,
and you no longer even close your eyes when you pray...

Maybe it was my fault
that we are living through the ending.
I keep putting away your memories
so you can come looking for them.
You were everything I dream of,
and now I have to wake up.

We were poetry;
my verses were your stay.
Today I live in the agony
of waiting for what will not happen.
I followed a star,
but it was fleeting.
I know love waits,
but time does not give me enough.

I followed a star,
but it was fleeting.
I know love waits,
but time does not give me enough...