MY SPILLED CUP OF TEA.

The street was almost empty, I walked through the market street , delighting every smell, every scent that the spices kept. Suddenly, four notes of trumpets broke the order and my serenity. The royal court walked down the avenue , traders left their shops and the crowd pushed me to the retinue.   A large entourage of soldiers preceded the courtship and behind , as baroque as always, the royal carriage .   At the arrival  we had to kneel , to display a bow of belonging, however , for a moment , I hesitated and refused to belong to anyone.   "You must prostrate " told me a familiar voice. However , I kept to my guns and remained intact , my face not even showed a single emotion . Then the royal carriage stopped in front of me . I must be differentiated from the crowd , since I only saw before me a pile of bowed heads .   I struggled between run or to fa...

Here I am again, in my cave, listening to stories or memories that are hidden behind the crackling flames. The night begins to invade everything, fog falls, covering the last of the corners. The chairs arranged on the table, instead of surrounding the fireplace. The flame, in all its splendor, illuminating the room, instead of being consumed by your stories, those I enjoyed listening to, even though they were not true. My favorite childhood game, the forbidden game, now I dare not to approach them. This time I'm alone, I have nothing to hide myself , the flames are reflected in me instead of its amber shield. Fireproof flames devour, like time, the best of your memories, of the few that I keep, which I save. Face to face, supporting how the fire crossed us, while the drowned windows merged with the wall. Any hour of the morning was enough to hear a few punches at my door. We spun the needles in my open and your close of eyes. I try to rekindle the fire, but...

Under a radiant day, a white room, and a fairly comfortable temperature, it starts to rain. If I close my eyes I can transport myself to the darkest den, illuminated with neon lights, a stage where represent the worst of my works to an anxious audience. Unfortunately, everything has an expiration date. A silent, your silence, darkening the room, it clouds, my most rabid fear is that it starts to rain. Words, your words, flying fleeting hitting on me, leaving me immobile on the ground. You lift me up to push me, I can not wait to cross the threshold. The black sheep, chaos personified, lost in my head and found no solution. A wink, a lighter, it was enough to discourage me. Choppy breaths, tight lips, carving a road to nowhere. A bit about the size of a mountain. And there we are, face to face, you most duels I bullets, catching them with your teeth. Your biggest weakness will be your greatest strength. Your biggest storm, downpours are merely passengers, and I almost feel ...

Walking down the streets, a dry road, lost in my thoughts, not a single person. Only him, ruffling my hair, as usual, and slowing my march. I just want to get home. Faster than the wind, more slowly than light. You could give me a warm breeze, but not warm me to my bones. Not heard but contempt of your name, dishonoring the name of the wind to the nth. However, the sun... when shone always pleased everyone. I guarded thee, I embrace myself into my red coat to keep your shakes. I was looking for tricks, alleys, walls ... anything to avoid you, however you long appeared. But who are we going to cheat? I've always preferred the gray days. An autumn so variable, he had not gone away, still looking at me, giving me memories from afar. It was me the one sitting in the window,looking how you shaked them all, and me,safeguard at home, laughed about all these doomed, unconscious I would go out someday. So cynical, so fast, you runned around the street, under skirts and dresses, ...

Winter comes, with him, vague memories. Mist into nothingness, cold, icy rock where we dance whole nights on. Butterflies in my stomach, shortness of breath, your hands, as cold as frost, your back, the place where I shelter on. It was so cold, so warm at once. Playing, laughing, as if we were a couple of kids. As if the world did not matter, as if all problems remain under our feet. Elusives looks, we could not let anyone our secret know. Replicating confidant bells at midnight, the guardian of my door, Don't know if  you will wait on the pathway again, In the middle of the woods you will take me by the hand, and we'll get lost in the dark. Nights listening to the crackle of flames, and a pair of chords lighting the shades. We were aimlessly, retracing our steps. Playing worns. Until the first ended the game.

It seems I've encountered myself. My mental disorder has doubled and, for a change, shuffled and get lost in a sea of ​​nonsense. However, here I am, standing firmly, without allowing your wind push me. Without allowing your instability collapse my chaos. And so I do, by chance and improvisation, as usual. Time ago I got used to writing in draft, I force myself  not to think so as not to drown in a sea of ​​doubt and disappointment. It's easier. I do not seek you, I do not care if you get lost and I do not find you, I do not care if I stumble again, I do not care if I do not stumble. So many battles have left me bruises, maybe I'm just so tired of war, struggling in vain, it's time to let things happen.

The day wakes cloudy. I walk down this empty streets, seeing the grey sky that the storm precedes. Steps, lonely steps. Your heart beats louder than them. Your head burns. Breathless, life felt overwhelming, your world falls apart. You arrive, knock on the door, come in. It starts to rain. The storm begins. Thunder, lightning, screams, louder than you ever did. For the first time you feel peace. You breathe.

Silencio. No quedaban más sombras en la habitación que la suya. Sábanas arrugadas. La lluvia ya hacía rato que había cesado. La noche comenzaba a inundarlo todo. El reloj rompió el silencio y su sueño. Un aroma, un perfume en sus sábanas. Ropa desordenada. Labios sabor tequila, sábanas manchadas de carmesí. Las diez. Las once. Las doce. Silencio.

Well, here we are again, getting things off my chest by what has become usual in me, another eighth month. I won't pretend that it seems weird that you ignore me, many others had done it before. On the one hand I blame myself for being so sensitive, for holding my emotions inside, for being so sentimental. I sincerely believe that I surrender always too fast, and this time I have given you a small part of me, I have skipped my principles and I have given to you. Honestly this situation strikes me, after months insisting, what looks like to be even affection has become a lost of interest. It was clear that this wasn't going to last, that's why I didn't let me feel anything, and now it is running out I don't know how to feel. How long do I have to wait? Wouldn't it be better to finish it at once instead of waiting to get worse? The problem is that I'm the only one who seems to care, which seems to feel something. Why do you even want to talk about it? T...

El sol, bien es sabido, que es el juez implacable, ¿por qué esta vez es él el que gira en torno a este insulso asteroide? Fuerza curiosa la del sol, arrebatadora, y cómo no, encarnizado si no te adaptas a él. Pero hoy el viento ruge más feroz mente, y han sido el replicar de mis pasos los que han detenido tu ritmo, tu estrepitosa figura me ha hecho temblar en más de una ocasión, porque los puñales se clavan en el pecho, no en la espalda. ¿Por qué giras en torno a mi? Siquiera seguimos el mismo rastro. ¿Por qué me balanceas? Irregular y tetorcida es tu base, al igual que tus ramas. Pero es el junco el que soporta las peores ventiscas. Abandona tu carnicería, no tengo tiempo para más espigas, no queda terreno para olivos, no de los que se reproducen como zarzas.

Buenas tardes, en primer lugar he de decir que estoy muy perdida en esto de blogger, llevo desde tercero de la eso abriendo blogs y desahogándome un poquito en ellos y sigo sin sacar lo mejor de mí. Nada más entrar en mi cuenta he visto que tenía una notificación de un nuevo comentario, en él Alba Martín cuyo blog es http://perfectoesaburrido.blogspot.com.es/ me nomina a contestar algunas preguntas. Bueno, como no tengo tampoco nada mejor que hacer, allá vamos. 1.¿Tipo de música?  De todo un poco. EXCEPTO DUBSTEP, ELECTROLATINO, MÚSICA DE PACHANGUEO Y DERIVADOS. 2.¿Prefieres leer o ver la película? Leer, en la película se pierden muchos detalles. 3.¿Cuál es el libro que más te ha gustado? De los que posiblemente hayas leído. Puffff... Esta es la única pregunta que no sé contestar, no puedo elegir ninguno. 4.¿Cantas o bailas? Ninguna de las dos cosas, canto horriblemente mal y bailo aún peor. 5.¿Te gustaría escribir un libro? ¿De qué lo escribirías? Empecé a escribir un...

If I'm so attached to the past is because the future doesn't offer me anything better. Everything has been bumps. As fast as they arrived, they left. When you have nothing, you can only wait. You can't dream about something you don't know. Reality is always one step ahead, on your heels. Life is a constant learning experience, and I know I'll die without having understood anything.

Revenge. Why is everybody looking for revenge? Why cannot people solve all their problems talking? Why everybody thinks that shout somebody, hurt somebody is the best solution? Why to scare someone is better than asking for explanations? Forgiveness is the best solution, we can't expect to solve a problem hurting someone, we are all human. We all make mistakes. We've all done something stupid without realizing it, and when we wanted to fix it was too late. Revenge won't lead us to serenity, won't lead us to justice, won't lead us to anything. Things won't be solved with revenge, only will worsen.

You don't understand me, you can't understand me. I've been so much time with this pain inside, don't even try to fix me. It all started a few years ago, many comments which attacked me, oh I repeat you guys, it's not your fault.  I'm against myself.  You only hurt me with your argues, your conclusions... I'm alright, I can only be saved by myself. I know I'm driving without control, in a way with many drivers, is just that I can't stop right now. Too many times hidding myself, trying to be the good girl you always wanted to be, I'm not like them, I'm just unfixable.

Everything's changing. Makeup wont change myself. I don't wanna be her, I'm sick of overthink. I see my reflection wherever I go. I know some people feels as I do. I know how I came in, but I don't know how to come out. Pain is growing, fear is holding me. So many fights inside I can't deal with. I'm just writing some feelings, to try to bring them down. I'm not looking for compassion, I don't hope you to understand me. Trying to expel  my demons, writing to relieve.

And although it was hard to admit, she missed him. Occasionally he went through her head, all those memories, and that end. She was convinced that he didn't care, that didn't hurt ... how wrong she was. Every memory was digging thorns in her heart. And what hurts the most was thinking that she wouldn't have been so important for him. This wall that she  had built wasn't so tough as she thought.   Out of sight, out of mind. But what if he wasn't still out? Maybe she wasn't ready to say goodbye.  You still hurt me. And you'll hurt for a while.

I know I always say that lonelyness is underrated, but now I need by a hand be hold. Wherever I look I see couples and I ask myself what am I doing wrong. I don't really want a shoulder to mourn my sorrows, I'm just wondering why everyone feels better when they have found their soul mate, in my opinion we just get carried away by convictions. Maybe this feeling of belonging make us stronger, fight for someone, not being alone...