Poema 19

Two, two more days, 
to forgive and forget. 
Two days more to understand, 
and then, regain. 

Two, two more days
to be patient and accept. 
Two days more to be brave 
and then, face fate. 

Two, two more days 
to strive to empathize. 
Two days to reverse the fall
and then get up. 

Two, two more days
to wear out all the love.
Two days more to overcome
and then leave you alone. 

Two, two more days 
to be wise and clarify
Two days more to see things as they are
and then, try to act. 

Two, two more days 
to regret the mistakes.
Two days more to set things straight 
and then, learn how to change. 

4

And it turns out, that after all this odyssey, there's only one mystery that I need to solve... 
Me. 

Fuck (Poema 18)

Fuck, I just realize. 
Fuck, why it had to be like that?

Fuck, you really made me happy. 
Fuck, it's so hard to keep trying. 

Fuck, I still want you. 
Fuck, this is not what I want to. 

Fuck, I think I need you. 
Fuck, I wish I didn't

Fuck, It's so much easier when you are around. 
Fuck, I wish I could go through this alone

Fuck, sorry for make it hard for you. 
Fuck, I know you let it go.  

Fuck, I still love you. 
Fuck, I love you.
Fuck.  
I love you. 

Poema 17

Don't be a fool, this is not because of you 
you charged the gun and left 
I was who decided to point it at my head. 

Think a little bit more, this is not totally my fault
you alone was who wrote the fate of the two of us
And I had to fight a war that I didn't want. 

Take a deep breath, look at the chaos what we create
you say it hurts, so it's time to move on  
I feel like I'm the only one who got broke. 

Stop for a second and let's reconsider
why did you have to leave this way? 
and I'll say I wish you would stay. 

Alfa

Estaban almorzando en silencio. Alice estaba cabizbaja, pero era una costumbre últimamente. Adquirió el valor para decir en voz baja "No está funcionando". Cuando pronunció esas palabras, el peso de días de tristeza se transformó en un nudo apretado en su garganta. No dijo nada más. Su madre la miró algo extrañada, pero en el fondo sabía a lo que se refería. 

- ¿La extrañás? 

Alice era incapaz de hablar, pero asintió despacio. Las lágrimas comenzaron a descender de sus ojos, constante y lentamente. 

- ¿No la has dejado de extrañar ni un poco? 

Las lagrimas seguían mojando el rostro de Alice y ella seguía en silencio. Sin embargo, una sonrisa triste y tímida se asomó por su cara mientras negó con la cabeza. 

Poema 16

Like a sky that falls apart 
upon two open arms. 
But it was what it was. 

Like a hidden thief 
listening the speech of the priest. 
But it was you and it was me. 

Like two closed eyes 
avoiding the blinding light. 
But I really enjoyed the ride. 

Like a wounded dam
that wants to continue the fight. 
But this time there is no retry. 

Like, try to rebuild Hiroshima 
two days after the bomb met the arena. 
But I don't think is a good idea.

Poema 15

How do we hide what we already show?
How do we calm the winds of the twister we own? 
And how can I convince you now that everything is fine? 
When you already know the mess I become. 

Now, I have to find a way to calm the waters
of the tsunami that I created
while I hurry to beat the storm
before it gets even worse. 

Come on, take a deep breath and go on, 
you had shown that you could with this before
and there are people waiting for you at home
so you'll want to hurry to finish the job. 

Poema 14

The first impact
takes the navy off guard
destroyed most combatants
but the others still want to fight.  

It's like a painting of a Napoleonic war
many  bloody bodies on the ground
but those standing are still strong
they think there is still hope.

And then the second impact 
destroyed everything in its path
there are no reasons to try 
and no soldiers who can fight.

It's like you shatter that painting, 
finish destroying what was created,
wildly attack those who were surrendered,
it makes no sense to ask for mercy. 

And finally, the last impact 
against corpses and no man's land
What is the point of continuing the attack?
I don't understand what you intend to gain. 


You set fire to the remains of the painting
so that nobody ever even tries to retrieve it
I swear there is no need to be so sadistic
I have to admit that I knew from the beginning.