Bar Memento

How different a body becomes when it stops being yours.... like a metamorphosis.... When you can't touch it anymore without a reason... when you don't know how to walk with her.... hold her hand or give her a kiss in the door...

The first impression when she walked through the bar was that she looked amazing, clearly that white suit looked wonderful on her.
- Cosmopolitan please.
- Dirty martini for me.
And a dead cold silence filled the air while the waiter walks away.
- So how you doing?
- Fine, fine , when did you came back
- Its been almost a week, but I had some things to do, thats why I didnt called before. You know?
- I know.
Our nature plays tricks on us, while we drink the first four the conversation is superficial: hows your dog, hows your mom, is it raining tonight the next drink comes with the important questions.
- So are you dating anybody?
- Please, lets not start
- Im just asking, Have you noticed that the two girls at your left havent stopped staring at you?
- Its because of you.
- They dont look lesbians.
- No, they look at me because Im with you . Kundera said it. He has said everything.
- Is that another of your theories?
- Its not mine.look, women have more interest in going out not with the cute and handsome one, but with the one who is going out with the prettiest girl.
- Is that so?
- Yes look at this two girls for example, they dont stop staring at me because they are trying to figure out what special quality do I have, that even dresse the way I am, Im sitting in such an expensive place with such an attractive woman.
- I dunno its a weird theory . Where do you get it from?
- From the endless battle in between women.
- Dont generalize
- No, but you must admit that the worst enemy of a woman is another woman.
- Again you are generalizing
- No honestly and its even a stupid battle, the woman who knows what she really needs is not even looking for love, she gives priority to those who she knows can fulfill her expectations.... with that little something.
- That is thinking like a woman without being one.
- Youre crazy. All women are crazy.
- Even your mother?
- She is the first one.
- The fact that you dont understand whats going on with us doesnt mean we are crazy.
- So whats going on with you?
- ..
- ..

- Can I offer you something else?
- Yeah , two of the same and a snack.
- A snack?
- Excuse him, could you bring the menu?
- Yes maam, just a moment please.

- They dont serve snacks here, just stuff from the menu
- Fucking place, if they are going to name it a BAR they should search in the dictionary what is the meaning of a snack, that is the problem now a days, snob teens come here to fantasize that they are going to an underground bar. Fuck even the guy in the restroom is in a smoking!!!!
- Thats a plus of yours, you always know where to go.
- Well it wasnt worth too much we are separated.

- Dirty martini for the gentleman, cosmopolitan, and here is the menu maam.
- Thank you
- Could I have a napkin please?
- Just a moment.

- This dude for sure is going to bring a cloth napkin. Who invented those?
- Dude?
- I met some guys and they stuck me this word.
- As long as they dont stick you something else.
- See.. again you are reinforcing my theory about your gender with out even pushing on it.
- I was just commenting.
- Why you dont say things like they are? Why those sentences with a secret meaning?
- Immaturity I guess?
- Maybe that is the way women act regardless their age. And I do think you are the most mature woman Ive ever met.
- Having both feet down to earth doesnt make you more mature. There are so many things Ive done wrong because of immaturity.
- That is maturity. Responsibility. Accept your decisions and stand for them.
- What if I decide wrong?
- Nothing. You accept it and resign. Even if it takes time.
- And you always follow that. You always resignate?
- They have resigned me. Its different.

- Do you want to order anything maam?
- No, thank you , please take it.
- And you sir?
- No, just another martini.
- Excuse me.

- You still cook pasta?
- Sometimes
- Sometimes to a special someone?
- Jajaja you dont miss anything. No, I discovered that I dont need to cook just for the person Im going out with. I cook more often for more friends.
- So youre not dating anybody.
- Well yes, there is someone nothing formal. She is like you, not her look, of course but the way she thinks. It could be you with glasses. And youre even following the same career.
- In the university?
- No, in life. Like you, she lives in fast forward with out ever pausing trying to get something. I dont know what.
- Its called using time in the best way possible to achieve your goals.
- What if those goals are just living your life? Have you ever thought there is nothing else in life but live ? What would happen if what you are looking for you already missed it long time ago? Maybe you are going so fast you didnt even noticed.
- So going out with someone with the same issue how do you call it ? Fall again with the same rock?
- I call it move on.
- And keep suffering.
- Its too soon to know. And yet its nothing serious; we are just friends.
- Doesnt it scare you to know that you might end up alone and hurt?
- A lot but that doesnt mean Im going to stop looking.
- Looking for your next ex-girlfriend.
- Or the love of my life whatever happens first.

- Do you want anything else, we are about to close the bar.
- Just the check please.
- Just a moment.

- I bet hell give me the check the general idea is that the man has to pay.
- I dont think so. They know me here so hell give it to me.

- The check, sir.
- Ja!
- Ill pay.
- As you wish maam.
- Thank you, we hope to see you here soon.
- Thank you.

- With the money you paid here, you could pay your childs college.
- I come here less often. You want me to drop you somewhere?
- Here, Ill walk for a while.
- Well. Well keep in touch.
- Yeah, sure. It was a pleasure seeing you again. I had a good time.
- Its been a while someone tells me that. People assumes you had a good time.
- It shouldnt be like that, people less often says what they think. They assume that the other assume what they assume.
- Thats another of your special qualities. Everyday there is less people like you.
- Fortunately
- You would be the perfect gay if it wasnt for the fact that you love women too much .
- Ja!

Emerald Eyes

I closed a chapter of this life,

In the dawn of a kiss

With the ink of your lips,

Written by those trembling hands

Those tremble whenever you are in fear.

Keeping two hearts from breaking apart.

I tossed away one dream from the bag

Full of wishes and shining stars,

Dropped from the 38^th floor

And watched it crash.

Yet I dont understand why I write,

Could it be your absence?

or a way to get rid of my fears?

Yet I dont want your compassion,

But a permanent thought in your mind.

A whisper lost with the wind,

And a sunset that left open

A blank page in the forgotten book

To be written when I see myself reflected

In your emerald eyes.

Mar y mar, Noche y dia

Tapame los ojos
para no ver cuando salga el sol,
evitar la angustia de saber tu partida
cuando aquellas estrellas fugaces
dejen de brillar sin tu presencia.
Rodeado por la fria alborada
busco entre tus labios el sabor marchito
de un beso que jamas has terminado
vuelve, y abraza mi ausencia
besa la sombra de mi obscura memoria.

yesterday. ToNite, nitemare

Since I met you

Havent been the same ,

fighting to forget what once would keep me awake.

Without nothing ,

without myself.

Living in a dark place

that you ought to call loneliness.

For better or for worse,

life seems blind,

it appears to be deaf,

I wonder if it could change

if we ever see each other again.

Sueños Delicados

Desperté.

Fumé.

Bebí;

volví a dormir,

a soñar

con tu mirada;

pensar en tus labios,

e imaginar que me amas.

Desperté.

Fumé.

Bebí;

y crei

que serias

la que sacíaria

el vacio del alma

que tiñe mis días.

Bebí.

Dormí;

y al despertar

me inyecte de vida,

para evitar soñar

que tu regresarias.

Hello again
It’s me
Waking in a state of pain
Sleeping only to see
See the life that I’ve made
Closing eyes to open heart
Realizing this too will fade
This heavy wound will leave a mark
Slowly healing
No one knows the pain, the feeling
My words come out, they can’t hear what I say
Will things ever be okay?
My attitude
That shines through
Making way to a brighter day
Once black… now grey.

Blue eyed princess

Do you remember?
Shivering bodies,
Our lips were running
Closed eyes, open hearts
Doubt rushed your mind.
Why should I kiss him?
Your reason asked your heart
The only answer
Came from you lips
So tender,
So lovely
Closed eyes, open hearts.
My hand would search your face
My heart, your heart
Today…
So far away,
Did you forget about ourselves?
Let me remind you
The story of a princess
A story with no end.

Lost Canyon State of Mind

How could I live without you?
How could I forget you?
Whenever you weren’t around,
I couldn’t get you out of my mind.
I don’t know where you are now, or with
Whom, but it would hurt more to know the truth
Than just imagine you close to me.
The moon knows I only care about you,
My soul is tied to your memory,
following your steps,
trying to fill the gaps your
Absence has left.
But please don’t tell me this story is ending,
it would make my journey longer;
If you don’t hold my hand.
Your shadow traps me
in the middle of a cold rain,
while my heart is still
Waiting in the station where you left it.
How could I forget you?
Whenever you are not around,
I can’t get you out of my mind.

Fear and Love

Never let her heart talk through her mouth,
She wished for a kiss
Did not let me be part,
I wondered her arms,
Get lost in her eyes,
Get lost in her mind;
But it wasn’t the time
Neither the place,
We had to be apart
One month before she gave away her heart.
The day we met I gave her mine,
But it wasn’t the time
Neither the place
What really kept her apart
Was her fear, but it’s a fear
I don’t understand.

Blue tide

It is like tide,
When she nails her eyes in my sight.
Bright blue eyes.
When I feel her body next to mine,
Her heart beat,
Her soul breath.
I suffer. Suffer and wish.
Wish, suffer and sing.
I am the most weak,
I want to break down
The barrier to her heart.
That is what I wish
Cry, scream, ask… wish.
Break the barrier and sail;
Through her body,
Until the place where there is only nite;
Flooding my feelings with her pure water,
Covering old stories, painful scars.
Tender and love
Against the oxidized knifes
Those try to puncture my soul.
It is like tide, your body next to mine.
And your lips a hurricane that fills my mind.
Bright blue eyes…