Estoy siendo demaciado obvio, me han dicho...
pero tal vez... quiero ser obvio,
tal vez quiero que se sepa,
tal vez no me preocupa que todo mundo sepa con certeza,
lo que todo mundo ya sospecha desde antes, incluso, de que yo me diera cuenta...

Esto puede ser un error, seguramente lo es...
pero estoy en un punto, en el que ya no soy el mismo,
ya no soy el mismo de antes, he despertado y quiero vivir,
quiero no sobre-pensar las cosas, quiero tomar este riesgo,
porque esto es gigante entre gigantes, algo nunca antes visto por mi,
y me agrada...

Estoy dividido,
una parte en mi esta en las nubes, con una energia y una felicidad considerable,
esperando más de lo que puedo esperar,
teniendo 'fe' en algo que no pasara...

La otra parte tiene los pies en la tierra,
sabe que respuestas esperar, sabe cuales son las posibilidades,
y sabe que oportunidad no hay,
pero no importa, porque se preocupa por ella,
no le preocupa mi felicidad,
eso ya esta comprometido y me preparo para el día en que caera más alla del suelo,
y no me importa...

De alguna forma, me gusta,
ese miedo, esa espectativa,
me agrada ese sentimiento,
la impotencia y el miedo al que dira o diran,
son cosas a las que ya no les hago caso...

¿Quién sabe?, tal vez ya este un poco cegado,
pero me di cuenta, que mi razón funciona,
pues las muestras de cariño son solo eso, cariño,
no me dejo llevar por cosas infantiles,
creo ver lo suficientemente claro...

Estoy dividido,
estoy en las nubes, pero despierto.

Disappear...
Disappear...

Faster...
Faster...

I,
Need,

I need to think...

Faster...
Faster...

There is no U-turn...

Disappear?...

I have it,
I know it...

You're not ready...

Ready?

I never was...

Disappear...

I don't want to,
Disappear,
From your mind...

Disappear?...

Please no.

Fear...
Fear...
Fear...

Risk...

I like this risk,
'Cuz is I never take them,
And this time, the feeling...
Is universe bigger than the past ones...

So I will wait my trial..
I may not be ready for it,
But is better than not having one,
It will maybe be my doom,
But I think that I want to live it...

I may be wrong...
I can always be wrong...
But I will never want to see the 'What if?' question again...

Never...
Ever...

And I may be wrong...
But right now,
I don't care,
I just want to live.

Good day to feel good,
A good day with good people,
Bad days can be over now...

I hope you enjoy it, I did,
I hope you can be...
A little happier...
As I want you to be.

I just hope no,
I'm just offering my friendship,
Anything else, wasn't my intention...
We need to talk,
We need to clear this,
'Cuz, I know there will not be a 'we'...
Don't worry, I know it...

I may not be the right one,
I may not be the most love one,
I may not be more than a classmate...
But I think that you must know.

You are not alone,
And You will never be.
You will always be loved.
You will always have a shoulder to your disposition.
You can always have a hug.

I won't tell you that I know how you feel,
Perhaps I can't imagine,
But I can tell you this:
I will follow you to the end of the world, if you want it that way,
Or, I will stay and pray for you, if you ask me to...

With love, respect and much support:

E.P.

P.D.: I don't know you, but you know me better than my oldest and closest friends.

I remember him,
He's the man with no tears,
He use to had a broken mind and heart...
Yep, both of them, what a friend and a woman can do,
It always makes an impression to me, what that combination can do,
But that man, I remember as it was yesterday,
He was crushed, beacuse of him, and 'cuz,
This other person, was, very, very bad too, crushed heart as well,
Can you imagine?, I know I can't...

And he, sometimes, wanted to scream,
But he couldn't,
He, sometimes, wanted to cry,
But he couldn't,
He's one of those guys,
That over-think whats comin' next,
So, he has too much ego,
He's the one that prefer not to accept that he want the tear,
He's the one that prefer to hold on his feelings,
'Cuz, he think in the consequences,
A fool? a genius?
What a mess...

By: Salvador "Chava" Abarca.

Many wars those that I fought,
And many are the ones in my head,
War by war, battle by battle, I wonder...
How patetic is this? how wrong am I?
In the most important right now, is about to be over.

But... there isn't a winner, 'cuz either way, I lost,
If I shut up, I will regret it,
And I if I say something, I will regret it just the same...
'Cuz there's only a NO on the way, and a yes...,
Probably will end up in the same situation, sooner or later.

But I can't run away from it, from that, I want to scream it, but I fear the next step.

If you know something, if you think you know something, do me a favor: keep it for yourself.
It's not like I'm going to accept an accusation like that in front of such public, I have no problem tell if is or isn't true, which I'm a little tire of having to deny it with other people, but, what answer did you expect?
Again, keep for yourself, at least in that kind of context...

Why do you fucking HATE me?
I deserved it.

HATE is my only friend.
All the others are people I care about.

HATE is the liberation of the soul.
So it’s love.

I HATE you.
You know that never will happen.

I HATE myself.
Because the continuation of it, is the wrong path.

I love you.
This isn’t right.

Will you remember me?
Do you at least know about me and this?

I love you,
In all the different ways.

I could die,
But just for you.