Sad sad eyes

Some days your memories walk across our dreams or rooms Sometimes I try not to think about it twice, but Something is unforgotten, the life we lived, the laughs we cried Somewhere you are safe, I know but Some days like this In a song you never heard In a dance we never watched In…

Vanilla Luz

The begining of the end, perfectly detailed long desired plans worn out in a year, or two or three, or in a youth lifetime. Dreams walking me through a tunnel of slow fire until past joys and mistakes turned to ashes. A handfull of crisped fingers holding on to rotten ropes that couldn´t avoid from sinking….

All I want (Inspired by To be Like You)

To be like you, is finding peace and following it. To be like you is to listen clearly, in stillnessandinmovement the voice of my heavenly good-good Father. In JOY and in                                                …

Because I am Yours alone

“This is what you do to me…” Darkness, there is darkness through the window, rain is falling, but not the rain like flowers from the south, this is the rain of gray skies, gray steps. Where are the days in which Your hand was upon my head? Where are the days in which you surrounded me by the hands of my friends?…

What do you see?

Tired in my soul, and tired in my body, taking care of someone, worried, I didn´t even made an effort to praise Jesus, I just laid my head on a pillow for half an hour, listening to a woman sing praise to the Lord. When I woke up from half asleep, feeling a void in…

Missing the good stuff / o cómo sobrevivir al “limbo”

If years spent thinking of the future were money, how great would our debt be? Future has already started, and there are dreams that cannot be achieved yet, yesterdays laughing somewhere in the continet, sinking, but not to die. Nevertheless dreams are becoming alive just today, like when The Life and I are face to face, when His invisible embrace is holding me; like when…

Rocks and Light

She is moving through the grass, rain falls down, the sun is comming out and mist shows up laying its hand in silence; she´s walking through the trees that repeat themselves around, back and before; there´s darkness in the way behind her, and uncertain limitless paths on the sides, paths of shadows and whispers, the…