You think you found your destination II

I know you've tried to connect yourself with my aura
I have felt your echo across the distance
And your breath pushed my boat sail
I know you're about to cross the bridge wrong
Blinded by the fog of years, and firmness that come with metal links
You take that safe place, to the mainland, to the stable destination
I know you're forcing yourself to love in a standard way
And you think the rest is just a tale,
You think there is no love of explosions and shooting stars
Moving in the sky destroying doubts and cities with the power of his light
You think the mystery should go before lighting the candles and choose rings
You think love is calm, always in the same place,
The promised gaze is one that smiles at you
But you still feel there is something more
A multicolored bird that has not yet collided in your window
A house that takes you to many houses and mazes that smells
A golden knife that trembles and shakes transporting the remaining Ruby
With pieces of my force that strives to undermine
A place near your chest to finally be stolen
Privateer your heart, your  libertarian heart...

You know that I don't care about your wedding day.
You know that is not true that false look of happiness
You know that gifts and preparations
They are nothing but dust on a table before the blow of my wills
You know from the first day
My destiny is fading away attempts
The conspirators inserted between my wings and your forehead,
But you think that I can not, you think that I can not
And you convince yourself that I simply don't exist,
But you know within yourself that you're still waiting for me,
The first of my steps near to your home could change everything
Until the day of the meeting, until the day of the wedding
So I'm at ease knowing that the impact of my kite
It feeds on the wood of your dreams knotted in the wind and the distance
Thar weighs us from the day when the separated Us...

Press phtotograph of Kenan Imirzalioglu and Sinem Kobel, modified by the blog author, 2015.

Milza López. 2015

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Workshop of Loneliness

I guess that phrase defines most of my entire life, I think I have spent structuring my very own Workshop were Loneliness is being built and modeled, gets defined with hands and attitudes, gets sculpted and notched with the thoughts, gets cultivated from iced seeds and gets water from the frost, gets painted in every picture and every peace of lost paper. 
Loneliness has been under-rated socially, like there is something wrong with it, like it lacks from beauty the hermit's heart that has built catapults to throw away his pain like dusty rocks over the horizon. The world is more lonely than ever. The screens embrace us and draw sounds that make us believe in distant ghosts. 

Photograph by Milza López, taken in Santiago, Chile. Copyright 2014.

"I know still isn't over, but my inner duel is like you never arrived to my life. I am right here like the lonely bird that bites its own wings, get wet in the nest under the rain, in the stem under the canopy that has lost its foliage"

 

That's how begins my prose called "Workshop of Loneliness". I would love to translate from spanish and publish for free in Amazon, but I'm not sure if anyone would ever read it. 

Soon, I am shooting Heaven, wich is my book of dark poems in Amazon. You can pre-order this book here. 

Nice weekend for all these silent readers, and comment if you have something to say!