La Playa

no se si aun me recuerdas...

You may not think of me any other time; you may not want to.
But if I know you at all, I can tell you that the face you see when you look up at the stars is mine.
I can tell you that by your second drink, you feel my name swelling up in your chest;
And you swallow your drink hard in an effort to stifle the threat in your throat.

voy a capturar nuestra historia en tan solo un segundo...

Not a thousand stories could describe you.
A torment of unstable emotions--
And every line written
With the poetry in the lines of your smile.
We have a hundred stories.
No more; no less.
I met you many years ago;
Or perhaps it was you who met me.
We were but children
Corrupting our innocent love.
And I loved you so much.

un día verás que ésta loca de poco se olvida

Today,  I finally mourn our loss.
Today tears slip from my eyelashes without shame; they burn down my hot cheeks leaving black streaks of mascara. We were so beautiful. We were so innocent, but proud. We loved the way you only love once in your life.

más de cincuenta veranos hace hoy que no nos vemos...

Tonight, I love you as I did then.

And something tells me that decades from now, we will meet yet again;
And be 16 once more.
And we'll be ready this time.
But tonight my heart is torn open and my body hurts
With the melancholy torturing me like broken glass in my veins;
The pain in my soul, awakening in me a suffering that I had not felt in years.
And I can't think straight.

I just think of you.

sonriendo como cada vez... como aquella vez...

And I remember--without neglecting or romanticizing.
I remember our morning runs.
I remember our getaway picnics;
And our dances without music.
I remember kisses in the rain,
And dinners on a park bench.
I remember being angry and frustrated--
And easily contented.
I remember a dozen beautiful white roses after a long flight,
And long walks with the intention of getting lost in a town we knew by heart,
Like an old song our parents played when were little.
And I remember your chest,
and the way your heart beat through it only inches from my ear when you'd hold me.
I remember your arms and how strong and safe they felt so very long ago.
Your voice resonates in the depths of the secrets I've kept in my heart.
And your hands; they were so perfect.
With them I created a perfect world where you and I could live all of our years together.
And together we broke it down into pieces that are now so unrecognizable,
We can only vaguely remember what it was that kept us together for so long,
Or why we so quickly dissolved into the stars that decorate a midnight sky in mid July.

por mucho que pasen los años de largo en su vida...