Whem Do I Know My Period Is Over

Is it really lonely?

What do you do when you feel empty?

What do you do when you have nothing else to do?

How do you feel when you can not do anything?

Emptiness, silence, solitude

Is that what you feel?

But what happens when all that emptiness comes over you,

when you feel alone in the world,

when you think that no one understands you,

when silence becomes painful?

Then a tear solitary falls down your cheek,

walk the path to the ground,

and disappears.

look at the sky, the sky did not change,

that was always the same and he was there,

then remember all things that lived under the same sky.

small remember how you played to see shapes in the clouds which they traveled,

as you kept the rain drops falling from it,

as enjoying splashing in puddles caused by the rain.

Remember how the landscape changed when the clouds passed by the sun,

go back to feeling like a child playing in the garden,

single laugh thinking of the mischief you have done.

feel melancholy to remind your fellow adventurers,

think will become of them now,

and you realize you were not as lonely as appeared.

After all, they were able to understand you,

accompanied you on your crazy ideas,

were there and are now in your memories.

And suddenly you feel that laughter again,

those expensive accessories on the verge of making a prank,

that friendship children so real that you know will never be broken.

Although I do not see every day,

but not know they have done in their lives,

but not know if the return see,

know you're not alone.

Because they will always be with you, all those people you met in your life

of one form or another by your side in this

forms a part of you, made you who you are.

Steaming Baseball Gloves

Mirror Song of Freedom

The wind hammered hard transparent glass that separates me from the world, over and over again tirelessly announces new day, bright, begins to rustle outside my bedroom. For a second I glanced furtively knelt on the outside and tenderly watch the crackling of the trees, the ringing of birds madrugadores que incansables anuncian a los cuatro vientos el nuevo nacimiento, el extinguir de las luces artificiales que se afanan en asesinar a los miles de sueños que han regado de luz la oscuridad nocturna, y entre tanto ruido solo oigo Silencio, un Silencio tan profundo, tan anclado a mi ser, tan oscuro, tan extraño, tan vivo… que se muere por escuchar. Escuchar el quebrar de las cadenas que me atan a la realidad, escuchar la risa de un niño que con júbilo infinito juega con sus manos, sin nada más, escuchar la palabra que sobrecoja mi ser y lo envuelva en vida, escuchar… simplemente escuchar la llamada de mi interior que solo grita… ¡¡¡LIBERTAD!!!
De repente everything has changed, my soul is lighter, more enlightened my mind, my hands faster, all you hear now could not hear the force, I find in me the strength, morfar need, to get away from everything and finally born , to feel the wind in my face and smile for once being the architect of my life, but ... The alarm clock rings, it is seven-twenty, and not knocking the wind against my window, the birds do not sing abroad I look again to settle on the floor and a new day begins.