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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You think you found your destination I

You know something?

I just do not care

I do not care too much for now

You're so far away, you live so far

To live within the walls of the Ottoman Empire

And enslaved ruins of Constantinople

I do not care if you believe in Allah or in your luxury watch

You know, I really think I can stand it,

Only by seeing the tone spreads on your skin in winter clouds

You know me and I know it's you

You know that your hand is not as warm as mine.

You can believe and strive to lie,

You can even convince occasionally

You have found your destination and your belief is fulfilled

You'll have a quiet life, a great relaxing holiday

A future without surprises, without war and weapons

A rest at home, across the Atlantic

In the evenings where you can breathe the sea salt

While sipping your favorite cup of tea

But I know when the sun sets each evening

You feel that your world is eternally off

I know you've said a thousand times I have found that both wanted

You've found now that you've seen after so many years in front of your eyes and walk out of your hand. But you can not fool your limpid soul that shakes the roots of my eyes from the first loneliness we met without lamps. You have not found anything

You did not find anything

The great lighthouse does not shine in front of you every evening and every morning,

You know that's not true,

You know that every time the sun comes off,

You know it's a habit that has spread through your veins

You know I note that you have the mirror in the bathroom that you use only,

You know it is visible after the steam and splashes after simulating a glass snorted

You know it's there, the look of anguish that lies at the bottom of a swamp

Where you could not plant anything, which has not grown any flower

You want to believe, think sometimes when she pampers you know, but you know that is not true

You know that is not the level that you want to elevate your soul.

You know in your sleep you've been far from Istanbul and far from Turkey,

And we walk life beyond East and West,

And all libraries become short of words

Faced with all we have and we must tell each other

You know I really have found that by the end of the beginning

There is a no nonsense it has been written in our hands

I know it's you and you know me

You know I did not need to meet you to recognize

You know that only my footprint is the key to cross the portal

Floating forms that unlocks The Garden of Earthly Delights

And open the cube where life stays

You know all you have is just enough

And it is even less significant, and know that all experiences to date

They are not not even the veil of nothing compared to that moment when you and I decided to embrace the same fate and covering it with sand,

You can get used to living this lie

To have a heritage, a legacy and a hyphen

A dull with fine suits the essence of your flesh

A dark look after your tinted windows

But thou shalt not find oblivion.

I know you still can not find what you are looking for,

I know you've indicated date and time for your visit to the church,

I know you tell yourself you're in love

But you know you have not found at all

What you're looking for

And longing and missing

Since you have memories of yearning

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

Milza López, 2015

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Close your eyes

Close your celestial eyes ,

and sleep in melancholy.

but before we leave, I want you to know that the whispers

of illusions will die without agony.

Before the contemptuous silence of yours,

that will shut seasoned

the sound of our love,

I want to hear the latest murmur

your cold heart.

So it's welcome now

the eternal solitude.

This is the night of the end I sense,

I can only say goodbye

and sleep without insomnia;

I can only say goodbye and break me

with tears of icelandic affluent...

Extracted from "The Poisoned Arrow and Other Texts",

Milza López, 2007.

Tool-SOBER

I was going ouy from my choking job and got off the choking bus to get on the stifling subway train that would transport my empty body into a larger vacuum still known as the center of Santiago. I began to mentally counteract all that frightening reality to the sacred atmosphere of the Great Reserve, where I left my best memories stored. Well, I ended up in a disgusting "Starbucks" writing once all my torments, while in the background heard again and again that amazing and dark song: "Sober" from Tool, feeling like being inside of that sordid sublimely video, caught between pipes of human flesh and monsters with sad remains of unachieved dreams...

"I will find a center in you,

I will chew it up and leave,

I will work to elevate you

Just enough to bring you down ... "

I think I've become a ghost, among all these ghosts citizens.

Milza López, 2015