Solitario

¿Espero a ganar y luego ir a lavarme los dientes, o me lavo los dientes para luego ganar?

Get no balance.

Llantos, más llantos. Lágrimas de frustración caen por el rostro del niño, como lluvia manifestando el descontento del cielo. No llores, cariño. Por favor. Sus lágrimas son como el reflejo de un estado del que todos son víctimas, son compartidas por toda una sociedad. Tal vez por todo un mundo.
Deja de llorar. Ya casi no puedes hablar, estás entorpeciendo tu propia respiración. Por qué no te tomas este vaso de bebida, te hará bien. No tiene porqué saber la cantidad de calmantes que hay en ese vaso, no tiene porqué saber cómo se resuelven los problemas una vez adulto.
¿Por qué, mamá? Por qué. Desde que nos cambiamos de ciudad, toda mi inteligencia se ha estropeado. Solía ser el mejor de mi clase.
Y era cierto. Las mejores notas, un deslumbrante genio. Pero ya no hay espacio para pensamientos humanos, ya no hay tiempo para superar. Y tampoco hay tiempo para quedarse en una ciudad que se va quedando atrás: es hora de dejarse dominar.

Toques.

Tal vez sí es bueno escuchar al que "no sabe". Tal vez sí deberíamos escuchar el corazón de nuestros niños, una inocencia que puede salvar. Porque tal vez sí podemos hacer lo que queremos, sí podemos cumplir lo que soñamos.
Sí podemos vivir como lo deseamos, con pizcas de ingenuidad que son lo que necesitamos para comprender desde afuera. Y, sí, el amor a primera vista existe. Y no sólo en un narcisimo.

Slow recovery.

For a wound to start healing it is needed to take the possible infections out. To say that you're sorry and receive apologies with a proper medical equipment.
Then we can start talking about healing the wound.

At least...

At least I'll never stop treating you like a person. I will never look at you despectively, never look you down. I will not call you by any of your deffects or sins, and of course I'll never take your mistakes to name you. I will not do the hurting that you do to me. No, not while I can.

I'll never stop trying to protect you-- will I?

Originally written in My Notes, Facebook. 16 Nov. 2008.

Special Needs (just like Placebo's)

Are you giving your best? Because I am. Is it that hard? I don't know how to size that. Can you? I mean, it's been complicated, we know. The whole year has been. The whole almost-16 months. Why don't you try to improve yourself even more? Are you trying? It's been all so hard, but now so much time's gone by, you see, and we can do so much more. We are not giving up, I know. Wer'e not giving up in a 100%. But you are in a ... how much percentage? Think you don't even know or want me to think that?
And he. Why does he keep on asking me how I am, when he doesn't even listen after I've said fine ? Does he really think I'm fine, or that's just what he wants to listen, cuz he's been so tired -as always,- and he doesn't want to hear anything. How've you grades been? Everything OK at university? Yeah, sure. I've tried to keep on talking, so we can have a conversation , as he says, but he just interrupts me. He says we can't have any normal chats, and that I'm so cold at him. How not? I mean, does he ever pay attention to what I want to say? So tired.

This is not OK. This is not how it should be, but I've tried to change many things. And I have changed many of them. But it also depends on you, you know. You should be giving more, you should be really tired. As tired as I am, cuz I work till I can give no more. Cuz I've been giving my best.


Originally written in My Notes, Facebook. 07 Nov. 2008.