Colores Reales

A lo largo de nuestras vidas somos enseñados a manejarla de la mejor manera posible, muchas veces ésta coincide con la más cómoda, sin correr demasiados riesgos, sin correr contra la corriente. Pero no siempre es así, hay decisiones o sentimientos que te hacen dudar de ti mismo, de lo que eres, de los que te llegarás a convertir; miedos que te detienen y prejuicios que te obligan a vivir como los demás, pero llega un punto en que nuestras vidas necesitan la libertad de ser y de expresarse como sentimos es lo correcto para cada uno. A veces resulta en un cambio radical a lo que fuimos y otras veces es un proceso que culmina finalmente en lo que siempre debió ser.
Cambios y más cambios, la vida no cesa y nosotros debemos seguir su ritmo. Nuestro corazón intentando su alineación con la mente llegando al mejor equilibrio posible, y nuestro diario vivir siendo influenciado por esto, saliendo de las sombras y mostrando nuestros colores reales. Cuando ya no se puede fingir más es cuando se interpone el corazón, pero aún así podemos mentirnos a nosotros mismos, pero si deseamos ser felices no podemos, no debemos, no queremos.

... And i've always lived like this,
 keeping a comfortable distance
and up until now I had sworn to myself
that i was content with loneliness
cos none of it was ever worth the risk.
But you are the only exception.

I guess it's half timing and the other half luck.
I just haven't met you yet.

One reason that makes me come and leave, one hope.

isn't it funny? ...

I'd come back everytime just to see again you're not there.

What can you expect from a non-normal person?

There is someone I know... a non-normal person. Who hasn't lived as any other one.
For whom many years of its life haven't been how they usual are. Whose thoughts aren't as everyone else's. And its behaviour isn't as it should be, isn't as the one we are used to see. But now, while I'm thinking... I can suspect of many things it may be, or maybe it isn't. Should I think like this? Because at the end of the day maybe I'm wrong, and it's like everyone else... or maybe I'm not wrong and everything I've ever thought about it, is true so it's a really special one. And thinking this way, I wouldn't know what to expect from it... because as I said... it is totally unpredictible, because I can't get into its head, I can't take its place... because it's not like me or you. It's different.

I'm seeing through something that doesn't exist, I'm looking to a mirror, I'm thinking about me, doing what it does, I'm searching for reasons, I'm looking for answers, I'm thinking about why I would do that, but I'm wrong, because I'm not supposed to do it in this way, perhaps I'm not supposed to do this at all, but I cannot just look the other way. However every road I've taken has been the wrong one, it's taken me to a land that I'm not welcome to. There's nothing else I can do. Will this be the end of my searching? Do I have to accept a no? Honestly I don't know what else I can do... because at last nothing that I've thought make any sense, nothing that I've thought make sense with it. Because it's more than I am, more than I can understand, and all I can do now is to want, and to wait... and maybe one of these days I can finally understand it, and so I can also... foresee.

By MRSS
Edited by DMM

Not Spanish Anymore (Part II)

I grab your sweater color blue
I like cos it still smells like you
I feel that it hugs me like you do.

[...]

What if we take the time away and
this way we'd forever stay?
A lifetime isn't long enough for us.

"Tu Pelo", La Oreja de Van Gogh.

To Seize

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,
May you never take one single breath for granted,
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed,
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.
I hope you dance...

"I Hope You Dance", Lee Ann Womack.

Not Spanish Anymore (Part I)

You Take me or let me go
But don't ask me to believe you anymore
When you come late to our home
you don't have to tell a lie
'cos your clothes's smell is not already mine.

"Tómame o Déjame". Mocedades.

Hacia Rutas Salvajes.

"Se notaba enseguida que era muy inteligente. Leía mucho. Utilizaba palabras rebuscadas. En parte, creo que lo que pudo llevarlo a meterse en problemas era que pensaba demasiado. A veces se emperraba demasiado en querer entender el sentido del mundo, en desentrañar que motivaciones podían tener las personas para ser tan malvadas las unas con las otras. En un par de ocasiones le comenté que era un error profundizar tanto en esos asuntos, pero Alex no paraba de dar vueltas y más vueltas a todo. Simpre tenía que saber cuál era la respuesta correcta a un problema antes de pasar al siguiente."

Hacia Rutas Salvajes, Jon Krakauer.