dias de madrugada

Ni si quiera ha abierto los ojos, y ya sabe donde esta.

Nota un brazo rodeando su cintura, y sabe que no hay ropa bajo las sabanas.

Aparta su brazo, y sale de la cama. Recupera su ropa, se mira en el espejo, y ve lo que ve cada noche que sale de fiesta.

Una joven desaliñada, con oscuras ojeras y un largo día por delante.

Desde hace tiempo que su vida es así.

Salir de fiesta todas las noches, y acabar en la cama de alguien.

Por que vive así? Porque la rompieron el corazón. 

El hombre del que estaba enamorada, fueron meses de felicidad, de sonreír.

Pero luego todo se torció, ya no había cariño, ni si quiera palabras dulces. Todo eran broncas, malos ratos y arreglarlo bajo las sabanas.

Pero eso se acabo, ella ya no era la misma. Su única manera de disfrutar es salir de fiesta, sentarse en la barra con su mejor vestido, esperar a que la inviten a una copa, bailar, tomarse otra copa y hacer como que no sabe que están poniendo algo en su copa.

Meterse alguna que otra ralla en el baño, y despertase en la cama de otro hombre, vestirse y seguir.

Where Dreams Begin

I am sitting on a high branch of my favorite place on earth.
Its getting dark, but I am still able to see a lot from this place.
You can hear the sound of the crickets somewhere in the dark, the birds singing to the end of the day, the flow of the water going downhill, horns of stressed drivers wishing to get home soon and far away voices of kids beging to stay longer playing with their friends.
It is the middle of February; the trees are still missing their leaves. The rabbits are getting ready to wake up. The sunbeams try to make the last hours of the afternoon warmer.
You can feel the humidity of this place, the clouds getting ready to pour. Spring is definitely coming, brought in on the winds of days of rain. Days of staying home, wishing to return to this place, to my tree.

When times are at their worst, I take my bike, put my headphones on, put my favorites playlist, "No More Tears" and "Keep Calm and Carry On" on the highest volume, and disconnect from the world. I ride, through the forest, ride, ride and ride. When my breath is too fast to continue, i sit down, hold my breath and wait for the pain to stop. Strange, how that is, when the tears start going down my face, I can breath normally again. I turn the volume even louder, A Day to Remember screaming in my ears; making me forget about everything, nothing is in my mind, I just listen to the lyrics, following the rhythm with my head, hands and feet, no more until I stop crying with no choice but to listen. When the tears are gone, I stop my music, take my headphones off, and listen to what is left- listen to the crickets.
That's how I found the tree. I climbed it the very first time I saw it, climbing higher until the branches started to crack. I stayed. I sat right where I was, and viewed the landscape, while "Cuando el sol se va" played. I was there, until the perfect sunset, a sunset that gave me hope, and strength to continue fighting no matter what life throws my way.
When it's completely dark and cold, I return home. The only thing that is on my mind, is that sunset, I am feeling stronger, happier and with more desire than ever to keep fighting. And for the first time in a long time; I smiled.