Darker than midnight

Darker than midnight
Bluer than water
Is water really blue

Broken like glass
Is glass really broken or just shattered

Broken is the soul
And darker is the space where the broke price
Left are
After all the tears have ran like angry rivers

These words are empty
There's no feeling taste or smell in them
They no longer smell blue
Or they no longer smell of gardenias or orchids or Lilies
They no longer taste of razzles
Or eggs cheese sandwich
They no longer feel those words that ripped
A part walking trails
With hunger for fame and luxury and ...
What did they feel
What were they like
Those feeling words
Of hope that one day all the tiny little snails in the world
Would have their gardens filled with gardenias
What was it like to be filled with hunger and egg sandwiches
Would be ever so delish

What was it like
To be so strong that no matter how many rocks
Hit your head .. it didn't break your soul

What was it like
To be filled with love songs

What was it like
To never fear the altitudes
The solitudes

What how is it like
To be able to forget and not even remember
Someone you use to know

Someone like the person in the mirror

Forgotten

3 am
Funny how it's the midst of the grey hour
Not yet day light
Nighttime

Silence is a mirror image of nothingness
It is here in the grey hours
That everything seems to speak
Like vivid dreams
Then realize that
Many moons have passed by
And forgotten
By the many more sunlights

What more has been forgotten
Yes in deed
The passing snails
The rocks fallen
The love songs sang

What else has been forgotten?

A quién le escribo

Al aire
Al vacío
Al ruido
Al silencio

A quién le escribo
A nadie  esa es la respuesta

A mi memoria
A mi talento de escribir cosas hermosas
Hahaha
A quién le escribo
A la persona que solo existe en mi memoria
A la persona que existe cuando nadie más me lee
Son palabras que solo surgen de la nada
Son mis hilos que poco a poco se convierten en telarañas
De mi alma
A quién le escribo ?