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I've been talking you since the first time you said hello, first i thought mmm he just going to talk with me today and tomorrow he is not going to remember me any more :/ , i always felt that i'm lower than others although people believe i'm happy outside and inside, but that's no who i am . Once when we were talking that i don't have self esteem because my psychologist said it and i believed that i was broke within, you said something like "Believe it or i hit you", it was amused and i said ok ok i believed it, but inside of me i didn't thought like that, well then we start talking frequently, i never expect that and i started thinking that maybe it was destiny...
We talked about what we do and all that things that people talk when they meet but them i felt a strange connection between us, "You are my clone or I'm your clone?", that was what i wrote and you wrote Yeah you're right, that was because we thing the same, we like the same, we hate chocolates..!! , we are taller than other and we are not Peruvians, and maybe we have some other things in common.
After that it was like a schedule, morning 11 am until 1 or 2 pm talking and at night 8 pm until we were sleepy.
I always have fun talking you but when i started feeling things about you in other worlds when i realized that i liked you more than a friend i thought (because i always thinking) No.! I'm going to fuck it up..!! and i didn't tell you what i really was feeling.
The day that you invited me to your house i was (i have to say the truth) i was so so so exited i wanted to see you and have to much fun with you, it was the perfect opportunity to show me the way i am, but a big and horrible misunderstanding didn't wanted that we see each other, i was super super down i thought that you never came, i waited for a hole our and i return to my house almost crying, that day i thought that i was nothing for you, that maybe you was looking for someone better, I hate to be so sentimental and dramatic, but i can't avoid it, them i wasted all my money in food, soda, candies and horrible chocolates , i was very down to eat three boxes of chocolates, and them at night we solve the "problem" and i felt better.
Now we know that we like each other, well that's what i fell and it is a sincere felling, i don't want to lost our friendship writing my feeling but i need you to read it.
First i love persons like you, i love how you make me feel, i love what you said, i love that you appear, i just love you.
I love to make you happy, i love to talk to you, i love what i'm feeling but i don't want it to disappear i want it to stay here in my heart, because feeling love inside is the best that someone could feel.
But i don't know i'm very insecure, i'm very funky i'm a stupid because i thought like i'm in a fairy tale.. well if inside my head all is a fairy tale do you going to be the prince?...


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Ahora estoy aquí viendo cómo pasan los pasos de los viajantes

Sigo siendo la gota en el canal
El agua que fluye entre piedras y palos

Pisando fuerte mis pasos se abren paso
Con el frio mis rodillas tiemblan, pero está vez ya no de miedo.

Aventurarme, decontruirme, soldarme.

Cómo llegue aqui?

Volando entre los abismos de la carretera
Sin prisa, dejándome llevar
Cómo la gota del canal, junto con otras gotas más
Mojando la rivera, creciendo en caudal.

Quise escapar y me encontré
Las mismas voces me dicen que todo estará bien
Un primer encuentro con mi verdad.

Vámonos ya, el alba ya llegó.
Nos espera un camino de pasos agrietados e ilusiones que parchar.



¿Cómo fue que todo esto paso?
¿Cómo fue que llegue aquí?
¿Cómo fue que no me rendí?
¿Cómo fue que llegue a lugares que no pensé llegar?
¿Cómo fue si yo no creía ni en mí?
¿Cómo si hasta ahora a veces tengo miedo?
¿Cómo si cuando decidí salir aun mis piernas temblaban?

El miedo me consumia
El miedo ya no me consume
El MIEDO ya no me puede consumir MÁS

Yo caminaba queriendo romper con todo y con todos, romperme a mi mismo
Yo caminaba por aquel túnel oscuro
Yo me arrastraba por aquel túnel lleno de gritos y yo ya no quería gritar más
Yo me arrastraba cansado de arrastrarme y al salir de mis propios gritos me fui a volar
Yo volaba y pensaba que podía volver a caer
Yo volaba y mis alas aun temblaban
Yo volaba y mi cuerpo temblaba y aun tiemblo

El miedo no me puede consumir más
El miedo como gasolina me hace moverme
Ya no quiero temblar
Ya no quiero pensar y lastimar, lamentar,  acabar sujeto a mis piernas convertidas en piedra
en mis alas convertidas en semento

Es la hora
Es el momento
Es …


¿Que me has hecho?
Negrito bello
Mueve tus caderas
Negro bello
Hazme Macumba
Házmela de nuevo
Que breva acuca
Oiga usté
Sin meme
Negro bello
¡Por usté!
Mírese esa bemba
Que si no me hace Macumba
Se la hago yo
Negrito bello