What the wind brings sometimes.

There are ego in the wind.
I can feel it.
There is fear between our love.
I can smell it.
Barriers that we build to protect us,
are the same that will make us feel trapped.

Lo que una suave ola un día me trajo
hoy se regresa en una lágrima
al inmenso mar.

¿Será que el dolor me inspira?

Dear Rox:
Talk with heart and ears.

Thank you for coming.
Thank you for staying.
Thank you for leaving.

It's not that complicated.
We make it all fuzzy.
It's my willingness to express in sounds
what my letters cannot type
It's my hungry to fill spaces
that are due to stay empty,
that are meant to keep still.

Hoy me entrego al momento,
hoy escucho al silencio.
Perduran tus manos convertidas en risas
Perduran tus ojos transformados en tiempo
Es el cansancio del sentimiento
lo que me susurra ceder al viento.
Entiendo tan bien tus negros escondidos,
como entiendo todos blancos potenciales...

You can't catch the breeze,
'cause it's meant to be flying.
All around us,
all within us...
-
And,

at the very end of the line,
we're all connected to the same infinite colors...

And,

at the very end of the landscape,
we're all looking for the same sky.
I am you. You are me. Vanishing in shapes.
We are nothing but lakes reflecting our own pure water.

Y así, sin miedo, sin negro y sin blanco.

Te digo perdón, gracias te quiero.