Standing in the hallway

You showed me your back

and your hair

and I just couldn't

stop the beating of my heart.

You showed me your smile

and your voice,

and I couldn't do otherwise

but fall in love.

I gave you my soul,

but you said no.

I gave you all,

but you said no.

What's left in this world?

If not to be loved,

what's the next step in the way?

if not die, then run away.

It is impossible for me though,

because I can't live without you,

because my life is nothing

if you don't love me.

This is just the origin

of the end.

For your endless rejection

I blame myself.

You won't feel me leaving,

it will be as if I didn't exist,

and you won't realize

that once I was by your side.

Not even a goodbye,

or a wink tonight;

just avoiding,

so you will say nothing.

Even a word

could stop me going,

but you stay silent,

staring while standing.

I decided not to lose myself,

wasting my time on someone

who does not care

of what's around her.

Click to enlarge. "Just one path", photo property of this blog's owner. Córdoba, Argentina.

En un rincón del museo

No sé si es tu sonrisa

la que me hace volar

o son tus ojos

los que no me dejan pensar

en otra cosa que no sea

tu mirada profunda,

tu marca personal.

La luz del sol

ilumina la curvatura de tus labios

y tus ojos entornados,

encendidos por un pensamiento,

transmiten un mar de sentimientos.

Y aunque tú me miras

yo no veo en ese rostro

la magia de Cupido

que impunemente me ha herido.

Ese tirano tiene en su puño

mi corazón aplastado,

el que había perdido.

Me hizo creer

que de amor

yo podía vivir,

que todo sería mejor

estando tú aquí.

Si mil vidas

yo tuviera para dedicarte,

ninguna valdría

tanto como la que dejo

por este amor incierto

en un rincón del museo

perdido en el tiempo.

No sé si hay otro fin posible,

para esta tragedia que me envuelve

en un paño de lágrimas

antes de despedirme.

Ojalá, yo pudiera decirte.

Atardecer en Córdoba, Argentina. Foto propiedad de la autora del blog. Click para expandir. 

Ours

The sky is falling down on me
I don't care
what the sphere-shaped planet means,
nor what they say.

It's just like fire
the way I feel,
when I meet your eyes,
it is my heart what you steal.

I don't want to sleep,
because I would have to dream
about this little world
where you don't know me.

I would take you in my arms
and towards a shelter we would run,
there, under the dome
before they detonate the bomb.

Please do not walk away
do not turn your back on me.
There will be a day
when the world will be only...
ours.

Poor quality, hasty written, terribly structured poem. But something, though.

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