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Me llaman los lunáticos.
No, tú no.
Tú estás aferrado al piso,
creyendo que estás volando.
No, tú no.
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I’m attracted to lunatics.
No, I’m not attracted to you.
You’re clinging to the ground,
thinking you’re flying.
No, I’m not attracted to you.
Detesto a los que tienen el amor frente a sus narices y no son capaces de verlo por estar ensimismados en sí mismos.
—Esu Emmanuel©,I detest those who have love right under their noses and are unable to see it because they are so self-absorbed.
Si por mí fuera, sólo te leería a Ti.
—Esu Emmanuel©️,If it were up to me, I would only read You.
Sí te extraño, pero… ¿Acaso hace la diferencia hacerlo? Extrañándote o no, tu amor no es sincero; no tiene bases solidas, se fundamenta en un delirio… en un capricho… en un anhelo ¿Y qué estoy extrañando yo? A mis manos en tus cabellos, atrapando las ortigas de tus pensamientos en mis dedos[…]
—Esu Emmanuel©,I do miss you, but… Does it make a difference if I do? Missing you or not, your love is not sincere; it has no solid basis, it is based on a delirium… on a whim… on a yearning. And what am I missing? My hands in your hair, catching the nettles of your thoughts in my fingers….
No puedo evitarme la tristeza de saberme nada en lo que creí eran tus manos, porque me pensé tuyo… me sentí de ti… y supuse ibas a acompañarme hasta que el tiempo dejara de ser tiempo, pero, no estás aquí, y no porque no lo hayas querido, sino porque me hiciste ver que nada de lo pactado se fundamentó en el amor. Fuimos ilusiones, trazos de sueños, suspiros infantiles lanzados al aire, querencias mancilladas de un fervor con base en la locura, emociones coloreadas sobre papel carbón; un lápiz y un borrador… y, seguramente, crees que nada de eso me dolió, ni que, todavía ahora, me pregunto qué fue lo que pasó, en qué fallé, qué me faltó[…]
—Esu Emmanuel©,I can’t avoid the sadness of knowing nothing in what I thought were your hands, because I thought I was yours… I felt I belonged to you… and I assumed you were going to accompany me until time ceased to be time, but you’re not here, and not because you didn’t want it, but because you made me see that nothing of what was agreed was founded in love. We were illusions, traces of dreams, infantile sighs thrown into the air, sullied desires of a fervour based on madness, emotions coloured on carbon paper; a pencil and an eraser… and, surely, you believe that none of that hurt me, nor that, even now, I wonder what happened, what I failed in, what I missed….
Algunos buscamos a través de las hojas un rastro de luz, por eso es que nos es tan necesario ser leídos.
—Esu Emmanuel©️,Some of us search through the pages for a trace of light, that is why it is so necessary for us to be read.
Si fuese de regreso a ti, ¿qué cambiaría?
—Esu Emmanuel ©️,If it were back to you, what would it change?
Echar de menos puede llevarte a perder de más.
—Esu Emmanuel©️,Missing out can lead to missing out on more.
I can tell myself all day, “be heartless, fuck them” but in reality, I have a big ass heart. I can’t treat people badly, it’s not in me.
Sometimes I get scared of being too happy and excited about something because every time I get really happy, something bad happens and I end up disappointed.
Today I read something that said “someone who overthink is also someone who overloves” and I felt that.
Sometimes, when I say “I’m okay.” I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, “I know you’re not.”
The only thing that makes me a little bit happy is the Tumblr notifications.
My biggest fear is that eventually you will see me the way i see myself.
The saddest part in life is saying goodbye to someone you wish to spend your lifetime with.
I know you’re sad, so I won’t tell you to have a good day. Instead, I advise you to simply have a day. Stay alive, feed yourself well, wear comfortable clothes, and don’t give up on yourself just yet. Until then, have a day.
Do you know when you find you’re on the edge? When one day, for some stupidity, tears come to your eyes. When one word too many, an insignificant gesture hit you deeply. It does not mean being frail or weak, but having endured too much, too long.
For once I would like to speak to someone who understands how I really feel.
The saddest thing is when you are feeling real down, you look around and realize that there is no shoulder for you.
Sometimes, you just have to stay silent, because no words can explain what’s going on in your mind and heart.
