Carta N°1

Yo acepto los cargos por haberme entrometido en los sentimientos.
Acepto que no medí las consecuencias y que actué por instinto.
Tal como lo acabas de leer, todo por instinto, porque a veces siento que tengo que irme lejos
para volver renovado, para ser de nuevo yo. ¿Alguna vez supiste quien de verdad era yo?
Crees saberlo, pero déjame decirte que solo yo lo sé.

Puede (solo si mis cálculos son correctos) que nos volvamos a encontrar,
pero por ahora con este pesar debo cargar.
Un pesar que solo es mi deber llevar.
Los perdones están demás, el karma esta aquí y ataca sin parar.

Una voz por ahí me atacó y me dijo: "Si algo te queda de conciencia".
Déjame replicarle que bastante conciencia tengo, que si no fuera así
no estaría escribiendo esto y tal como dijo otra voz mas cristiana, me lo habría pasado
todo por donde quise. Pero no es así.

No escribiré más, para eso habrá una "Carta N°2"
o quizás continúe ésta. En estos instantes solo importa
que yo acepto los cargos por haberme entrometido con los sentimientos,
por haber jugado, por no haber calculado bien, por ser imperfecto, por ser humano, dependiente, enamoradizo y libidinoso.


P.D. Y como ustedes bien piensan... malo.

Lo que por ti siento.

Me siento débil
al aceptar que la sangre recorre mi cuerpo.
Todo cambia de posición
y nuevamente siento que abajo estoy.
No es agradable estar constantemente ahogándose,
hundiéndose... Amore mio...

Mi naturaleza debo aceptar
y a la vez enfrentar.
Ese animal inocente en mi interior,
se esfuerza por salir a flote...
Puedes sentirlo pero no notarlo...
Puedes notarlo pero no sentirlo...
Así como lo que por ti siento.



By: Olecram Amazed


Mes 11 del 13.

Confusión Aclarada.

Ya no sé de qué cantar...
No sé de qué hablar...
Olvidé todo...
Todo es Subjetivo
y el Subjetivo está loco.

Perdí el camino,
lo perdí, lo perdí.
Ya no entiendo nada
y mis miedos han subido
hasta invadir mis ojos 
y mi conciencia.

Siento todo y a la vez nada...
Y la nada lo es todo...
ahora todo es objetivo
y objetivo, el más sufrido, Él.


By: Olecram Amazed

Mes 11 del 13

I Can't Trust Even In Myself.

I can't trust in you,
I can't trust in me,
I can't trust in your words,
I can't trust in my breath.

You and your heart full of you.
You and your mistakes,
Mistakes that even you don't recognize,
Mistakes that even I don't recognize.

I hate you
and I hate me.
Do you see my point?
we are equals,
I want to destroy your hate
and at the same time,
I want to destroy my hate
and my bad feelings.

Purification,
purification.
Our lives need purification.
Love and love,
we need love,
I need love,
I need to give vent to all my love.

That's all I've got to do,
(...)
I can't trust even in Myself.

Friends (Little Sad)

Yes,
We are friends,
brothers
and I can say,
we are family.
Everything that we've made
in all these years,
this friendship,
all the troubles,
the peace,
the love,
the battles,
the fall,
the arise,
are bringing to us
more beautiful memories
and union,
for the next years,
this friendship,
this brotherhood.

My dears friends,
it's hard to find the perfect words
to describe all this feeling,
but there's a word
a simple and powerfull word,
a feeling word...
and yes... the word is Love,
because the love can do everything.

You are the best,
your friendship
makes me feel
completely,
without you,
all things would be different,
maybe...
but I'm happy with this life
and with you too.

Just I want to wish the best for you,
tell you that your soul is amazing
and all your way to see the life,
to love everything,
is amazing and perfect,
and I wish this friendship
forever.

Forever and ever.

Soul #1 (Hapiness)

Who are we?
we are inspiration,
we are made of love and hate,
we are in the middle line,
in the eye of the sun,
and in the feet of the moon.

Again,
who are you?
you are a piece of blood
of someone, someone,
who is a big piece of blood,
Tell me,
how do you know that you are more of that.

Not again,
who am I?
I'm pretty sure that I'm not only words,
I'm pretty sure that I'm not only sound
and I know that I have a heart,
like they and you
and the moon and the sun
and they cry every moment when
see us destroying everything,
over and over.

Someplace In The Infinity.

A place where no one can find us,
with a sound sleeping my ears,
I can't see anything,
but I can listen,
just listen,
I can see the past.
I can see a child,
a child waiting for his friend,
a friend that right now is a unknown.

I don't want silence,
I want this sound in my brain
and I feel more louder,
and more,
and more,
please, someone,
bring my past to me.

my brain sleep,
my ears active,
just I want lost things.

my heart beating,
my mouth screaming,
I want to do things right.

dear listener or reader.
could you understand me?
I want a lot of things,
and the sound is dissapearing,
there's a lot things in the infinity,
and nothing here.
what we have to do?