MY SPILLED CUP OF TEA.

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.

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.

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.

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.