Hoy En Mi Soledad

Un dia o noche... caminando por alguna calle de alguna parte...
miraba con celo a la pareja que caminaba delante de mi 
y quien me acompañaba me pregunto por que tal expresion en mi rostro
al voltear mi rostro, sin poder evitar las lagrimas en mis ojos 
la respuesta momentanea fue un nudo en la garganta...

Como extasiada me quede alli 
tragando mis propias lagrimas, perdida en mis pensamientos 
y con esos ojos taladrando mi rostro
despues de un rato solo pude decir...
si ella quiere mi cuerpo se lo doy 
y me quedo el de ella a cambio de ser amada 
va acompañada, 
y los ojos de el  son solo para ella 
sus oidos para las palabras de ella y su risa 
de que me  vale ser llamada "bella" 
si no hay ojos que me pertenezcan
ni oidos a los cuales cantarles

Hoy, en mi soledad 
volvi a presenciar el mismo espectaculo
diferente pareja 
pero los ojos de èl eran solo de ella 
y sus oidos para las palabras y risas de ella 
mientras siendo llamada bella 
debo enfrentarme a no confiar en nadie 
por que solo he escuchado mentiras 

Hoy no ha sido un buen dia... tal vez mañana!!
Se las dejo ahi

Piedelmundo...

Two women and Me...

From the highest point of my house

with my black dress

all my black  hairs in order 

my judgemental mind always working 

without a smile 

without a heart 

I see those two silly girls 

One, Vikina, in love with anything that goes by 

any stupid word that reaches her ears 

is the younger one 

her red hair to the air 

her shoulders kissed by the sun

always with a hope on her heart 

and a tear ready to come out

On the other side 

another woman, Piedelmundo

always smiling 

enjoying life.

unable to trust anybody 

her brown-reddish hair in a pony tail 

moving around

and her dress style 

those thight jeans and a sweter

on her lips a smile 

on her mind a song to dance 

I see them, 

judge them 

and have to hear them every night. 

the silly in love 

telling stories about her love 

who he is 

if she saw him 

if he finally showed up 

and if not 

crying 

crying her words by the window 

dreaming and asking to the destiny 

for the time when she will finally have her love. 

then the logical 

laughing at her, 

hear the stories bored, 

asking when she is going to grow up 

when she is going to stop trusting lies

blame her and listening the names 

smile and share her own stories with the same names

And me... that judgemental mind listening to them 

quiet...

trying to forget every word 

every name 

every wound 

Me... who at the end of the conversation look at the mirror 

and there is Vikina with her tears 

and hopes 

There is Piedelmundo, with her wounds 

unable to trust a word 

and my judgemental mind 

all three in a woman

unable to be one 

unable to make the silly girl grow up

and stop trusting love 

unable to trust a word 

unable to stop  judging myself 

for every move out of my own morality 

Viviow

One woman with wounds 

smiling to hide a tear 

learning how to deal with her own loneliness 

to stop wishig and dreaming

to stop judging me...

Piedelmundo...

The Shadow Of My Desire

Every night
night by night
I close the connections 
with  the world
every night, since I got a shadow in my blue bubble 
that smile I imagine
that dream for two 

Every night 
the product of my imagination
or who brought a pair of wings for my thoughts 
right there.
Untouchable
far from me 
but with me...

Every night
Since I got a shadow in my blue bubble 
when I close my eyes 
I feel his body,
feel his touch 

I am unable to open my eyes
shivering 
breathing fast 
expecting to have more
The Shadow of my desire 
caresses my face
with his fingertips 
barely touching 
the line of my lips,
follow my throat, 

then he stops his hand 
above of my bare breast 
to feel my breathing 
and my shivering skin
with a fast and gentle move 
brushes my nipples with his fingertips 
and continue, barely touching, 
to my belly bottom 
where I can't resist any more 
and open my eyes 
to find him in front of me 
but he is a shadow 
maybe
The product of my imagination
the shadow of my desire 
That vanishes in the dark 
every night...

Piedelmundo...

Enfrentandonos

Suele suceder...

El Sabado 17 de Octubre tuve la ,llamemosle, oportunidad de recibir algo que me dejo completamente perpleja, no con una sonrisa pero una risa de burla bastante sonora, a causa del remitente... 

Bueno pero quien lo envio no es lo importante ni de que vengo a hablar... si no  el acto de hacerlo

Supongo que es uno de los mejores actos el dejar salir de nosotros mismos toda la verdad, debe ser la forma de darle la bienvenida al futuro o por lo menos la manera de abrir las puertas y ventanas,dejar que el aire fluya y limpiar el alma.

Alguna vez escribi sin importar el que diran, y mi firma fue algo como lo que suelo escribir aqui... Te la dejo alli, mi tarea era informarte lo que me sucede, ahora tu veras que haces con ello... 

Creo que ese acto de enfrentarnos a nosotros mismos, sincerarnos ante el espejo y despues plazmarlo para que el destinatario lo sepa, aun sabiendo que lo mas seguro es que la respuesta sea una carcajada burlesca que imaginamos y un silencio eterno es lo mejor que podemos hacer por nosotros mismos, no por los demas por que a ellos no les importa pero a nosotros si... 

Ahora recordando como fui asesinada, como me enfrente a ser ignorada por mas de un anho, aun como fui lastimada y como fueron lastimadas mis propias palabras puedo afirmar que no me arrepiento de mis palabras lanzadas al viento, no me arrepiento de haber sentido por que ello me ayudo a reconocerme humana, me hizo mas fuerte, me dio a probar en la sal de mis lagrimas el dulce sabor de las sonrisas y a saber apreciar la presencia de las demas personas en su escencia y mas aun hoy sin ese miedo que debi aprender meses despues a dejar ir y desapegarme.

Tal vez algun dia aprenda a convivir con mi soledad y mi soledad interna... tal vez y solo tal vez entonces el destino dejara de darme esa leccion y me presentara el fin de mis dias o alguien que me quiera como yo quiero!!!

Eeeeehhhhmmmm... 

Se Las Dejo Ahi!!! 

Piedelmundo... 

The Lady Dragon and The Captain

There, maybe next door is a Catamaran Captain living in a normal house surrounded by his normal neighbors, he has many friends and a friend; that, his friend is a lady, an exotic woman, quarter Chinese, partial black and direct descendant from Almirante Padilla.

she likes him, he likes her but there is nothing between them and something still 

she shares her dreams and create stories for him 

he smiles once a while and is always listening what she has to say.

That captain, the one you might know and is your tranquil neighbor you see going fishing every night and without you noticing it, on full moon, he goes fishing during the day.

and that his, kind, friend who takes care of him and he cares of her 

have a secret...

A secret they keep as one

a secret that belong to them both 

but a secret he can't share with her 

And all is developed on Full Moon...

A Chinese legend says that the first daughter of a Chinese house will turn in to a Lady Dragon on full moon nights, when the girl reach her adulthood, when the moon emerge and the light touches her hair.

After a while  talking, the girl disappear for a couple of days every month, and the Captain wonders what was the reason to cancel  plans and disappear. 

One time when she cancelled their plans with a poor excuse, when she hung up the phone, there was someone knocking on the door...

- Oh no... she thinks... Who's there?. but no one respond and the knocking continues, she opens the door and there's the Captain. 

- If the mountain will not come to Mahomet... here I am, wine? He says with a smile as he won a prize 

The girl respond with a nervous tone -You have to go... no. 

-You said you were ready but something last minute, but as I see you were not even thinking about going... the Captain replays as he didn't hear her begging voice 

-You don't understand and you have to leave... please 

The captain walks to the kitchen for glasses while she is begging for him to leave

she looks by the window and tries to stop him but he is walking and talking looking for the glasses...

he suddenly hear her falling on the floor and runs to see what happened

-Are you ok? he asks 

-please leave- she respond

-no... I have to call an ambulance. He says placing her on the sofa 

-No, don't call any body... she respond, grabbing his arm.

He sees her skin glowing and her eyes changing.

-You can't share anything of what will happen tonight here, with me. she says while her voice is changing, her skin is glowing even more and turning blue, her hair is moving to form a long tail that seems to be alive.

he got totally muted while the transformation from a woman to a lady Dragon occurs in front of him and she lose consciousness -nite, nite. were her last words that night, as every night when they slept together.

There he was... with the body of a blue Lady Dragon, without knowing what to do, watching at her... -I need a drink, - he says, standing 

Me too... - The Lady Dragon respond moving her tail to touch him and opening  her eyes - mmmmm... good taste, she has, The Lady Dragon continues and reaches his face with her tail: did she explain about us?

-She?, Who are you? He asked

- Vibhavari... no, we're not the same, we are a woman and a Lady Dragon... but you can't talk about us, if you want us alive, and you can't talk to her about tonight or me, or even my name if you want me alive...

After those words they spent the night together, learning each other  until she noticed the moon was setting, the Lady Dragon  hugged  the captain tight with her arms and tail as if she is holding him she wont turn in to the girl again, the Captain hugged her back  but she felt the transformation of her body and cried, he hugged her tighter and kissed her lips.  she lost conscious and slowly turn again in to a exotic woman, quarter Chinese, partially black and direct descendant from Almirante Padilla. in his arms while he was kissing her. 

he left her in the bedroom and sat out considering if he should share with his friend what he felt the night before, but if he does he wont see the Dragon again.

 the girl found him in the morning All confused, sitting alone, -You can't share what you saw last night- she said looking at his eyes and touching his hands with her finger tips. 

-I need some breakfast, girl... he replayed hugging her but not even moving a muscle.
they stared at each other eyes for what they felt were hours but only 5 seconds passed by. in her mind the certainty that her secret is now a secret of two and a secret between them, in his mind the night before... 
In a tight hug, lost in their minds, a kiss showed up as the seal of their secret; a long, soft kiss as the beginning of their love.

After that night, every month he goes fishing during the day on Full moon to have and encounter with his blue Dragon when the Moon emerge
After that day she spent her days with him, knowing they were for each other and his secret was the love he has for something that resides inside of her and comes out once a month on Full Moon

The story continues and doesn't have an ending... 

Piedelmundo

Invitame a Tu Mundo

Con mi vida en una maleta 
observo el mundo de fuera 
y te imagino
sonrio creando tu imagen
cada parte de ti y tu entorno
traido de la luna o de algun planeta lejano
vestido de astronauta o de vaquero
de surfer o cientifico

Con mi vida en una maleta 
observo el mundo de fuera
y dibujo tu rostro entre la gente 
y eres tan inexistente 
pero invitame a tu mundo 
que al oceano me enfrentare 
el monte mas alto escalare  
de cualquier avion me lanzare 
sabiendo o imaginando 
que al final del dia 
entre tus brazos encontrare descanso

Observo el mundo de fuera 
y te invento 
invento un mundo alrededor tuyo
coloreo tu entorno 
y solo espero ser invitada a tu mundo
a ser parte de tu musica 
de tu risa 
de tu imagen creada en mi propia mente 
pero en ese castillo eres tan grande 
tan inalcanzable 
tan fuerte y tan lejano 
que solo puedo decirte adios 
sabiendo que no puedo hacer parte de tu mundo

Piedelmundo...

Prince to Frog

In my own bubble, day dreaming or dreaming while the night hours pass 

got the Idea of you...

a face without a name 

or a name of an artist with a stolen face

Unreachable for my own fears if you don't exist 

a prince that will die as a prince 

a prince who wont become a frog cause  I wont kiss you 

the idea of a someone;

his eyes, 

his lips, 

his face; 

that doesn't exist 

not a name to call 

a prince that will continue being a prince

Piedelmundo...