The reality of my being

I wish I was so weak that I could allow myself to break into pieces. I wish I could allow myself to feel, really feel what it means to live with a broken heart. I would cry, I would scream and then it would be over. It is just a moment. But I have no
strength left; I don’t have the power to express my inner pain.

Even by saying scream, cry, the voice of my soul gently whispers to me: You have already done that, that is why you cannot repeat this event, make it be a second reality. Your inner dreams sound is a constant scream and the tears are made of blood,tear drops that explode and disappear in black holes.

Feelings become memories when they are expressed. I can only dare to express love. That is the only kind of memories I want to be responsible for. This is what I am

I am love anything else would be against my nature. I will not destroy myself. I will not become someone else. Someone that I don’t know . . .

Inferno De Aqua!

Hear my cry heavens above!

Roar thunder!

Tell the world what my pain is all about

Cry clouds!

Cry for your sister!

Her deepest fears came true!

She gave her soul heart and mind

to the one. . .

Raise waves!Raise!

Crush the rocks!

Blow wind!Blow!

The ever crying game!

I will not play it anymore!

I fall down on my knees

and cover my face with mud

No more!

Raise waves!Raise!

Crush me!

Blow wind!Blow!

sweep away my sorrow

I will be reborn tomorrow!

Hear my cry heavens above. . .

Your sister is sad. . .

Cry clouds. . . Cry. . .

Cleanse my soul. . .