Some Dark Material

Abrí los ojos y ya estabas allí

2007-05-20T13:24:00.000-07:00

Abrí los ojos y ya estabas allí, arriba en lo alto brillando para todos.
No sabia que con el tiempo yo viajaría cerca tuyo para verte brillar mas cerca
No sabia que tu calor me convertiría en un habitante de tu mundo
Pensaba que me quemaría si habitaba en tu superficie

Todo lo contrario
No quemas, abrazas con tu calor
No agobias, te vuelves necesaria alrededor
No sofocas, disipas mis agobios

Y solo con un pequeño rayo de ti. Sol.

Abro los ojos y sigues ahí, brillando.
Pero tengo miedo de que te apagues algún día, así que te estudie.
Ahora se como hacer para que cuando llueva en ti, secarte.
Porque sin ti.

Los caminos no tienen luz.
Me pierdo en la oscuridad.
Me hielo en el frío.
No siento en mi piel, ni en mi corazón.

No tengas miedo, libérate. Porque así darás más luz.
Más calor.

No se que seria de mi sin ti en mi vida.

Prometo estar siempre cerca.
Dando vueltas a tu alrededor.
Mirándote.
O viviendo en ti.

No lo se.

Estaré.

A una Estrella

2007-05-07T10:44:00.002-07:00

Una lágrima corrió por su mejilla. Nunca llegó a tocar suelo.

Supongo que la realidad fue un duro golpe. Por ello lloró.

Algo más corrió por su mejilla. Esperanza.

Arrancar algo así duele. Por ello lloró esa lágrima.

Salió corriendo de la sala. Desconozco a donde.

Surcando el cielo. Le imaginé una noche.

Solo fue un Deseo. A una estrella pedido.

Mrs. Dalloway

2007-05-06T12:56:00.000-07:00

Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.

For Lucy had her work cut out for her. The doors would be taken off their hinges; Rumpelmayer's men were coming. And then, thought Clarissa Dalloway, what a morning-fresh as if issued to children on a beach.

What a lark! What a plunge! For so it had always seemed to her, when, with a little squeak of the hinges, which she could hear now, she had burst open the French windows and plunged at Bourton into the open air. How fresh, how calm, stiller than this of course, the air was in the early morning; like the flap of a wave; the kiss of a wave; chill and sharp and yet (for a girl of eighteen as she then was) solemn, feeling as she did, standing there at the open window, that something awful was about to happen; looking at the flowers, at the trees with the smoke winding off them and the rooks rising, falling; standing and looking until Peter Walsh said, "Musing among the vegetables?"-was that it?-"I prefer men to cauliflowers"-was that it? He must have said it at breakfast one morning when she had gone out on to the terrace-Peter Walsh. He would be back from India one o£ these days, June or July, she forgot which, for his letters were awfully dull; it was his sayings one remembered; his eyes, his pocket-knife, his smile, his grumpiness and, when millions of things had utterly vanished-how strange it was!-a few sayings like this about cabbages.