MOMENTS

      Moment is right now

After is another moment

 Life is a finite cluster of moments

All instants make their own history

 Moments are valuable good or bad

All memories are lived moments

                     

 Moments are part of life

It depends on what attitude you face your moments

All moments are unique, none is repeated

This moment in which I write will become part of my story

This moment you read this will also become part of your story but then forget it.

There are moments that are forgotten, those that made you relive or those that made you die in life, depends on you.

The empty moments, are full of loneliness and sadness, when you do not take advantage of the small moment everything becomes agonizing

There are moments that shine, when someone makes you smile after a lot

There are successful moments, when you achieve that for which you worked so hard.

There are moments of pain, when the body and the soul suffer

There are moments of poverty, when your imagination diminishes and your creativity sleeps in a ragged chair.

There are funny moments, when your soul remembers the fun of living

There are magical moments, those that make you feel an inexplicable euphoria of the mysterious.

There are tragic moments, when something happens that you did not expect at all

All the moments are summarized to a single word:

LIFETIME.

The Power of a Stranger

I had a lost look towards the sky ...

Life continued before me, cars circulating, people walking and the tube full of people who had a schedule to meet ...

was when an electric sensation impregnated my body, and I was awakened from that trance between my eyes and the sky ...

I looked scared to my side, and there you were, you emanated an air of infinite peace, thank God you did not see that my eyes undressed you completely ...

the minutes passed very slowly, suddenly an explosion was heard. my heart jumped and unintentionally our eyes fixed for the first time directly ...

a second was enough to build a castle of illusion ...

we walked together very close to each other but without touching, the magic drew a dream that went to a corner only for two ...

your heart and mine marched to the sound of the same song ...

the sun witness of this feat seemed to be smiling at us, with morning mischief ...

the world was you and me. Then everyone went on their way

... the blue sky began to cloud.

DAY 1

I woke up and searched for a message from you on my phone

A sign that told me you missed me

I found nothing, more than an alarm clock about to sound

I canceled the alarm before I made that noise so annoying that it forced me to get up and start the day as if nothing ..

I closed my eyes again and there you were with those beautiful eyes and porcelain skin.

There was that voice that conquered me the instant I heard you

There was the magnet that attracted me blindly to you

There was your soul hugging mine like two old friends who meet after a long time

I took my phone again five minutes after I left it on my bedside table next to the candles you gave me and the little adventurous stuffed animal.

And I started the day like a fish swimming against the current.

When everything attracted me to you, I forced myself to start the day, even knowing that I would not see you anymore.

I will not deny that I cried in the bathroom, remembering all the moments that we separately lived but that seemed to be so united.

I will not deny that my tears fell like jealous furious cataracts of never being able to reach the sea.

I had the courage to look in the mirror, and see that sad and sleepless face, those swollen eyes like baker's yeast, needed a new air, that's why I did it, I repeated to myself.

You did not give me more than your time and your example, you did not do anything bad to me, it was only I who deluded me.

I tried to think of positive things while the shower water ran through my body, I wished it would easily clean my wounds.

Those wounds that were years old, now seemed to reopen, they did not bleed but they hurt.

In my mind I also went through the thought that you did not care, that you only wanted attention and I gave it to you all.

I took the towel and dried my aching body, I remembered that image of you wrapped in a towel, you looked like an angel.

The abstinence of not talking to you or writing to you is annihilating, today my fingers dance alone a sad ballad of a love that it wasn´t.