Starved for your touch...

...and counting the seconds to have you back in my arms.

Forgiveness?

It's simple, really simple. You touch what's mine, I break your hands. Give me half a chance and you'll see, cause there isn't anything that is more mine than my own blood, flesh and bones made half the same, and I'll die defending it like a crazy mother cat. You touch what's mine and you dare to laugh? I dare you to come out of your hiding, I dare you to face me half a second. What a coward you are. But you know what? I'm a bad bitch holding a grudge, and I have too good of a memory. We'll meet down the lane sometime again, and I'll remember that you didn't ask for forgiveness. You'll never hurt him again.

WET

Burning, aching, panting, gasping, sweating, wet.

Like cookies and cream

Day after day. It's in the little things, the little kisses, the small stuff. Rubbing alcohol on my skin when I get an infection. Yelling at you when I'm upset and still you give me a hug and tell me you're on my side. Accepting my weird things, my obsessions, my crazyness. The way you look at me when I get undressed. When I dance around the room, uncoordinate and giggling. When I climb on walls. When I look at you.

It's day after day, because we go together like cookies and cream.

"Sonrie"

I see this. Chalkboard full of what's new. Opportunities not missed, chances taken and odds in our favour. I see this new start. I see us here. I wish us luck.

The road to a dying star

By accepting our own mortality and realizing the finite and unique nature of every life, every second, every choice we make is turned sacred, every moment we live is turned magic. In our own mortality lies the meaning of life.

"Death is the road to awe" - the Fountain.

Coincidencias

Si no hubiera tenido sed a esa hora, si no hubieramos parado en el gym del parque, si no hubieramos hecho esa escapada por el bosque del monte del castillo, o escogido ese camino, no hubieramos viajado gratis hasta casa en autobús privado.

Si te hubieras quedado en Madrid, si yo no hubiera mencionado la neurociencia aquella noche, si no hubieramos tenido contacto aquel día que fuimos a Correos, si no hubiera tenido aquel sueño, si esa mañana no hubiera dicho que 'a tomar por culo' (las mejores decisiones siempre van precedidas de un 'a tomar por culo'), ni tu ni yo seríamos los mismos, sentados en este sofá. 

Si hace tantos años, la casualidad no hubiera partido la unidad en dos, no tendría tus alas en mi espalda.

A veces las cuerdas vibran en la frecuencia adecuada y suena una nota mágica.