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preocupaciones
Nos preocupamos por mucho y muchos.
Nos preocupamos por demasiadas cosas.
Nos preocupamos por lo que no importa, mientras lo que es importante de verdad pierde su importancia. No sabemos distinguir, estamos perdidos. La real importancia se apaga, está abandonada, mientras los ojos y las yemas de los dedos temblan por futilidad.
Preferimos distraernos hasta olvidarnos de lo que merece nuestra atención y fuerzas. Llegamos al último menudo. Llegamos tarde, corriendo, cada vez con más ansiedad. A veces demasiado tarde.
Somos escépticos sobre la meditación y el yoga, aunque no encontramos mejor ayuda. Las píldoras y polvos duran poco y cuestan mucho.
Salir de relaciones toxicas parece tan difícil, que preferimos hacernos daño, olvidando lo que realmente merecemos.
(pausa respiro profundo)
¿Quién detiene el control sobre nuestras preocupaciones? -
is it
Is it the sunrise outside the train window
or my young lived soul?
Is it the slow and comforting tune
playing through my headphones
or my need to spend some tears
over a gridded notebook?
Is it the silent grief
that hits me without notice
or the beauty of the present moment?
Is it the cabin’s smell
or the memory of our last trip
that feels so vivid still?
Is it the echo of my heavy thoughts
that knocks the bottom of my mind
or all the unsaid words
that restrain me
from leaving history behind?
Yes, it really is. -
offer

Layer after layer, I do remove
the “should”s, the “must”s, the “have to do”s
my plans, some people, dreads and wounds
Then I reach a point where I feel cool
I put those layers back again
and choose healthier rules
less overwhelming life and pain
I want to gain
Like a cake, I have to rest
order and recipe, balance and steps
with few applicable variations
to grow well, avoiding big complications
enjoyed at celebrations
Have patience
removing layers
adding layers
tasting my life-cake
offering sweet escape -
no intention

Stare at a screen
by inertia
Double tap on a reel
by inertia
Get their tasks done
by inertia
Look for some casual fun
by inertia
Date someone pretty
by inertia
Blame them, the others, the city
Swallow toxic love from someone close
Seek for a sentimental song
Wonder what did I do wrong
by inertia
Where is the intention?
Where do I belong? -
about them

Breathe the moment you’re in
allow your mind to rest,
ray of sunshine gently lounges
while people chat about the rest
Online dates won’t last
if you continue blaming them,
tricky times are past
wounds are healed, regrets are over
Feel the calm wind pass your shoulder
hair and time move slow,
for what is worth to wait
trust life and it will show
Give them one more chance
cause start over is never wrong,
perhaps they need some help
learn better how to be alone, for long -
imaginary
Imagine if you don’t belong to the body that you are assigned.
Imagine living in a society where you’re obliged, since birth, to fit into a binary system that records you as X or Y, without allowing you the freedom of a third choice.
Imagine being surrounded by people that don’t understand you, and don’t even try to give themselves a chance to go beyond their own ignorance.
Imagine being told what you should wear.
Imagine being told how to behave.
Imagine being told whom you should love.
Imagine living in a free world where you’re not free to choose because apparently someone else “knows it better”.
Imagine looking at the mirror and not recognising yourself, feeling disconnected and lost.
Imagine being so scared of asking for help that you would harm yourself.
Imagine living this life,
opening your eyes,
and finding out that this is not imaginary. -
questions
Important to you
Important to me
The place I choose to live
The person I will marry
The job I’m gonna quit
The consequences I’ll carry
Important to you
Important to me
The mission I will follow
The task I will complete
The words I’m gonna swallow
The deadlines I will meet
Important to you
Important to me
The trip I will desire
The gift I will pick
The hug I will require
The drinks I’m gonna split
Important to you
Important to me
The kiss I will give
The sex I will make
The skin I will love
The time it will take
What is
Important to you
What is
Important to me

