Ciao Nena

Mienteme

Algunos poetas y cantores hablan de mentir como un acto de amor. Mentir y no clavar una daga profunda en el corazón del otro. Mentir y que siga viviendo en la felicidad constante y absoluta de la ignorancia.

Si la verdad fuera romántica, hablarían de revelar. Dejar que el otro vea a toda luz. Clavarle la espada de la verdad. Obligarle a vivir en la felicidad ambigua e intermitente de la realidad.

A mi, mienteme. Mentir es verbo, verdad es sustantivo.

Being a Mother

I will go from being the one that keeps you alive, to being your source of comfort, to being the love of your live, to being your captor, to being your annoyance, to being someone to tolerate, to being someone you would like to get to know better, to being your inspiration, to again being the love of your live and finally to being the one you wish you could keep alive.

You will go from being the love of my life, to being my entire life. That’s it.

Decisions

I have made so many decisions on your behalf. How could I possibly know they have been the right ones? I guess only you will show me.

Create a website or blog at WordPress.com

Up ↑