People say that when you love someone they will take you breath away… but I don't believe in that. Cause when I'm with you I feel the air around me go lighter, I feel my world go slow and my chest more free, I can sense peace and love, and when I kiss you I can feel like I haven't breath any air in ages. Your kisses, they give me life and I feel myself falling right into your arms at peace, right where I belong.
We are… the exception, the dream that started as a lie, then we transformed into a nightmare, but at the end we turned into a movie scene. Those seen in the past; black and white and no sound. Now we have added much more.
Sound, we added the sound of our laughs and giggles. The sound of every breath we take away for the other. The sound of our kisses. The sound of whispers and conversations full of secrets and dumb facts. But the most loud we added and can feel the most is the sound of our hearts when we are together.
Colors, many colors, all people can and cannot imagine. Abstract and concrete, we have created many. We added the color of our eyes looking in loved of each other, we have added the colors of the day around us, when it’s grey and sad until it’s shinny and happy. We have added color to our hang outs and make everything gleam in color.
We continue to add things to this dream. To our story. To our lives. We are the novel. We are infinite. We are not perfect. We are a beautiful disaster. We are the princess and the prince? But out of all the things I said I am sure of one more.
We are unique.
There he was watching her sleep, feeling a warm inside him grow every time she took a peaceful breath. There in the small space between the two of them he said it, a whisper, soft and quick. Almost nonexistent as if he didn’t believe he could said it out loud. He said it most for himself those three words coming out of his mouth with a sweet smile “I love you”.
After he finished the letter he made a small drawing. He did not know how to draw, but that did not stop him from trying. He started with her face, her lips, following with the hair and after a while he saw… it was terrible. He still took it and protected it. He started making a drawing getting better with each new one. The next day he realized he had fallen asleep drawing, and there were tears in his eyes. What can a simple servant and now warrior be for his little princess? He sent the letter with the only hope that his words could reach her.
After a long week the little princess was going to bed alone again. She was not used to the coldness of the night or the returning nightmares. But the nights grew worse; the dreams that came woke her up; crying and out of breath. Before entering to her room one night a servant came and gave her a letter. Without showing much emotion she took it and kept walking. Grabbing her necklace she opened it “Maybe tonight you’ll sleep well and we can be together by heart, always yours. – N”. Confused and relieved to know he was well she fell asleep once again. That night no nightmares haunted her, just kind memories of their time together.
The next morning he was going to go far away and so she joined him walking through the entrance. He looked into his pockets for what he had been hiding from her. She looked at him puzzled; until he pulled out a necklace with a beautiful pendant in it and place it into her palm while saying: “here, so you can have me close to your heart, where I belong.” She could not resist and started crying once more; her servant not being able to resist. He took her gently and pressed his lips with hers. She had the necklace on her hand, the silver felt cold in comparison with the rest of her body. He pulled back and apologized just to be shut up by her kissing him back.
¿Se puede conquistar un mundo sin destruirlo?
Conquistar no se debería llamar a lo que uno quiere conocer, conocer es entrar al mundo de otra persona como un turista. Nos sentimos a gusto con lo que tenemos pero entonces, ¿por qué nos atrae lo desconocido? Tal vez conquistar y conocer sean diferentes, pero están conectados. Pues, conquistar es encontrar dos mundos totalmente diferentes que hablen el mismo idioma, y en ese momento es cuando se quiere conocer.
“¿Por qué relacionamos el conquistar con motivos sexuales?” me pregunté un día mientras veía cómo las personas hablaban sin sentimiento. Y luego me dije a mi misma, “porque conquistar es solo querer invadir a alguien sin saber lo que pasa más allá de una sonrisa. Conocer a alguien es saber sus temores, sueños, desafíos, el sentimiento de sus lágrimas y sus risas.
He knew that she knew so he proceeded to stepped out of the shadows of her room; his face full of shame and sadness. When she had the first glimpse of him, she walked closer and started punching him in his chest, crying without thinking straight. After some minutes she stopped, out of strength to keep going. She fell into her knees and he followed her; begging for forgiveness. Then she realized what the strange feeling was… he could die and she would be alone once again.
A veces me pongo a pensar más de la cuenta, el pensamiento o la sensación de angustia llegan a mi mente y cuerpo. Uno de los más comunes que me vienen a mi mente es que todo lo que pasa en mi vida, cada momento por triste o feliz que sea, para el siguiente día será solo un recuerdo. Un sentimiento un poco triste me invade en las situaciones que ese pensamiento decide aparecer, pero también me es un recordatorio de que debo disfrutar el momento que esté pasando, o lo que me brinda más satisfacción en el momento. Si quiero llorar, lloro; si quiero reír, reiré; si no quiero darle importancia al resto del mundo, no se la daré. No dejaré que el mundo me domine a mi, yo hare, creare y dominaré mi propio mundo.
The next nights sleeping side by side made the little princess and her servant became closer. So when the little princess was told that he had to go; her chest felt heavy and weird cause she never had experience such thing as losing. After the news had reached her she proceded to walk quietly to her room, just to think what was that feeling.