#letterstotheunknown

Día internacional de la Danza #YoBailo#PasiónPorLaDanza #AmamosBailar#BalletdeMonterrey 

Dance with your soul the body will follow.

My life is again mine to be, even I will have to lie low for a while, and change a few details, it will not be the first time this will happen; I feel the need to go out, so I step carefully, I gave a last look a this small place abandoned long time ago, and whisper thanks. I feel the warm in my arm tingle, but I stand my ground, feeling the energy seep from me, this feeling of gratitude. I had spent so long trapped, imprisoned in the hands of them. I still can’t feel the complete joy; too much for the memories to erase to at least to keep at bay. When it’s over I open my eyes again I the little cabin is back complete, the wooden planks just as nothing had happen.

Tell me the words, you whisper in her ear.

Tell me the meaning of all the universe.

Make me see what you see.

Just for once, see me here, I am here.

Beim Schlafenge

Going to sleep by Richard Strauss

Now that I am wearied of the day, my ardent desire shall happily receive the starry night like a sleepy child.

Hands, stop all your work. Brow, forget all your thinking. All my senses now yearn to sink into slumber.

And my unfettered soul wishes to soar up freely into night's magic sphere to live there deeply and thousandfold.

Now day has wearied me, O restless mind, turn mild, welcome the starry night, just like a tired child.

Leave off all labour, hands, forget all thinking, brow; my senses yearn to sink into a slumber now.

And my unguarded soul shall soar to heights untold, to live within night's spell – deeply, a thousandfold.

Dear one,

There is not time, I feel tired not just my body but my soul, is deep etched into my soul. I can’t stop the clock from ticking, I  just sit doing the same fighting and kicking against the usual suspects at work. I feel empty, please be patience with me. 

I’m so far away from you, I drive the same roads over and over again, seeing this city, feeling it more foreign to me  every single day. I used to like it, you know?, now its just tolerance for it.

You told me once to write to you, that you will understand; I do hope so. It’s just that I’m mad at me, my nights are dark, full of crying and despair, sleep will not come; my mind will not stop.

I wish the others will understand, but we are so wide apart from understanding that if I ever say something they toss it aside, nothing like that is important about me.

My dreams is all I have, and now sleepless night comes, and take away the only things I have for me: my dreams. 

For now I only want to sleep, and if today I’m lucky I will dream about you.

With Love

My dear one,

Being broken, does not mean I am done. When times are not so good, and when I got angry, desperate, mad and  I wish for your sake and mine that I was not sick, and I will not have this age, and all these issues that come inside of me.

I wish some many things from the past, took better chances when they presented themselves, perhaps all this will be fixed. 

I wish I could run away from here far away, not taking a car but a plane and put an ocean between all the sorrows and me.

I wish, my dearest, that I still dream, because those are the ones that keep me alive.

With love

There will never be snow in this forgotten place, as it will never be the home I miss.

I will sit in the window, looking at the grey sky, the dry wind blows.

Nothing spare me from the pain of your absence.

Nothing will spare those who take you away from me.