Cure

My hands are frozen

my feet tired

I`ve been searching all day

for that I long

but I cannot see.

I remember I hide it somewhere

but still my memory is not answering

and my mind has suddenly restarted.

I fell inside myself the tears of a life unlived.

The prison of my soul is making my body

feel a pain I`ve never knew.

It is all in my head,

It is all in my head,

I am the only one that can cure me.

Mía, reaching out.

That's life

Wow! volver a escribir se siente extraño. Soñar me llevo a escribir, y cuando todo aquello que soñaba empezó a hacerse realidad, dejé de escribir. Pero, de golpe, algo me faltaba. Sí, el camino de soñar es lo que más feliz nos hace. En mi caso, escribir sobre mi pasado, presente, y futuro, es lo que me conecta con mi ser mas mío.


That's life. A roller-coaster that doesn't stop, a trip that has no end, a kiss without mouths, fire made of water, lovers froze in their first date, songs that tear our heart away, a mother's kiss, a father's hug, endless moments that take our breath away...

I've engage myself in an endless dream that connects me with all times. I'm never alone, not even when alone. The spirits dance with  myself at nights, and on daylight I embrace myself with the life I came to live, with the people I've learned to love, with the body and life I chose.

Suddenly, the boundaries of my imagination have disappear, I think of my lover, and see my children. It is so extraordinary to know that the hand you are touching is the one you've been waiting for so long..

Senseless words are tearing down these walls I've created around myself. I'm just writing and letting myself go....

Simply go..


Missing Mía