from my chair

It was easy to seat here and let my mind wander in your words
those that you easily put together to make-believe... not just me,
but all... Oh, dear. You are good... You are very good... I swear.
Today I have to understand that was impossible to commit.

I drew a card. I put my fate in your lies...I silenced my thoughts
because I wanted to walk the line and leave a mark... Oh god!
I prayed, I raised my arms, and I screamed for destiny to come,
let it thunder, let it rain...let redemption without pain.

*Because I had decided to stay put for better or for worse,
and make a bed to lay on, thinking the worse wouldn't soar,
or else to make the bad bearable numb... knowing all along,
we will not be able to make them better or even make them go.

Instead, we made worse be the norm, not the fall, only God knows.
In my loneliness, I blinded my reason to let love be, so we can see,
life as the life we per-sieve, a utopian dream... a romantic sin.
And enjoy the fantasy of a divine hand place on us... an oneiric trip.

Now at the stroke of sighs and pure teardrops... I admit,
we could of make possible the impossible... by desire
but sadly ... the possible we were not able to achieve.

I'm sorry... I must leave.

 

Omaigá!

 

amen

 

algo asi... no era imposible... solamente ya no quiso seguir.

 

You are right my dear friend it is not impossible, we can make things happen if we want to, it is that sometimes it is so tedious and demanding when love is one way. you get to the point that it's not worth the head-heart ache and you need to get up and go. I love reading you like this, so free...Love it.

 

Very nice... Al final como casi siempre, cuando algo no funciona, abandonamos el lugar
Saludos, poeta

 

And just put for better or for worse, and try once and again, you tried my friend, your heart tried and of course its wise to leave than died in silence. Great poem Gustavo I enjoyed reading it also you tought me good phrases. Thanks.

 

Thanks Lupita... love and pain... as always.

 

is not that easy tho... she cry so good, oh yeah... she is good.

 

well, Thank you María... You are very sweet.

 

The impossible cannot always be achieved, especially if we do not really
intend to achieve it. Love can be very easy or very difficult, it seems that
this time they just gave up. I really liked the poem, an excellent reflection
that occurs from the comfort of your chair and the silence that precedes
the last decision that does not always guarantee to be the best.
Kisses on your cheeks

 

Ya sabe lo que pienso. Usted es culpable. Se lo merece. Piense en eso. Mucho. No voy a cambiar de opinión.

 

Cuidado sabemos usar google

 

algunas mujeres son bien buenas para enredarme y yo caigo en el laberinto de sus palabras y en lo profundo de sus miradas
y cuando parpadean me escapo...

Gracias Gus, por venir a echarle sal a la herida...

 

Oh de nada. Un placer

 

sometimes is better just go away and get disconnected. I deleted her name and her number...