
if i look back, i am lost
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@secretoddeluna
El dolor del adiós es el precio que pagamos por el placer de la presencia.
"...Te recuerdo en mi boca y en mis manos.
Con mi lengua y mis ojos y mis manos
te sé, sabes a amor, a dulce amor, a carne,
a siembra , a flor, hueles a amor, a ti,
hueles a sal, sabes a sal, amor y a mí.
En mis labios te sé, te reconozco,
y giras y eres y miras incansable
y toda tú me suenas
dentro del corazón como mi sangre.
Te digo que estoy solo y que me faltas.
Nos faltamos, amor, y nos morimos
y nada haremos ya sino morirnos.
Esto lo sé, amor, esto sabemos.
Hoy y mañana, así, y cuando estemos
en nuestros brazos simples y cansados,
me faltarás, amor, nos faltaremos."
- Jaime Sabines . Fragmento de "He aquí que tú estás sola"
you need to let things go
I get in the car
And watch things pass by my way
Then I start to realize
I’ll never see this place after today
I start to tear up
Because I fear the unknown
Staying in the past feels better
Than finding a new home
But I suck it up
And say my goodbyes
Because it’s time to let things go
That’s just how we grow
Fuck, I miss you so fucking much.
I hate that you are becoming my past.
A tu medida 🪐
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i can’t look into your eyes, but they’re all i think about. i memorized your face as if it’s my mirror, or a prayer that needs to be said every night. i will forget my name before i forget you.
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“I keep making up scenarios in my head of what it would feel like to see your eyes again.”
— each one still ends in heartbreak
En tu órbita 🚀 | Por Azul a Sol
how do you just get up and deal with the fact that there’s a last time for everything. there was a last time you sat on your dads shoulders and there was a last time your mom tucked you into bed. there’s going to be a last time you kiss your sister on the head and there’s going to be a last time you hug your best friend. there’s going to be a last time you feel exactly as you feel right now and there’s going to be a last time that person says i love you. i need to lay down
Las respuestas que yo me doy a las preguntas que te tengo que hacer a ti, me duelen en el alma.
it’s a bad habit..
En tu órbita