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6.5.17

shark eyes

6.5.17

i, so intensely wanna write about you about those big shark eyes that could intimidate you with a glance but then, i know, i kno...

i, so intensely wanna write about you

about those big shark eyes that could intimidate you with a glance

but then, i know, i know how you really are

you sit between the sidelines

smiling, enjoying life, sitting through the bad

but waiting for the best

you are just that kind of guy

with the shy smile

with the tall complexion,

but you have a calming presence

a warm embrace

and a charm for words

more than any human i've known before

1.4.17

Scars

1.4.17

you've just left me scars, to hold in my heart, my body is full of them too, this heart that was bro...

you've just left me scars, to hold in my heart,
my body is full of them too,

this heart that was broken by your words so many times

that it didn't seem to be alive anymore

but that's what happens when you are near,

that's what happened when i saw you smile:

my joyless heart was suddenly awaken,

just to fall blindly in love with a superman kind of guy

eager to save a dame in distress

and then get lost in time.

and as of today,

you've just left me with scars to hold in my heart,

my body is full of them too

this heart that was broken by your words so many times

that it didn't seem to be alive anymore.

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11.3.17

i felt in love with a boy today.

11.3.17

i felt in love with a boy today. as i went to work today, i was sitting as the bus was getting full but my thoughts were somew...

i felt in love with a boy today.

as i went to work today,
i was sitting as the bus was getting full
but my thoughts were somewhere else,
i was reading this finished / unfinished book by Albert Camus called "The First Man"
whilst my peripheral vision caught the figure of a young, twenty something, kind of guy,
i rapidly glance his way and i instantly continue reading.

four stops more and now the bus was a little bit less crowded and guess what? he sat next to me. I didn't give it much thought until suddenly the sit in front of us broke. The person in front of us fell in our laps. I tried to "catch the sit" and he did too. We both smile at each other like maybe thinking "how do things like this happen?"

But honestly in the inside i was glad it happened.

We were one stop away of getting out of the bus, we got down and we were walking in the same direction so then, (i rarely do this by the way) i said hi, we started talking nonsense and guess againg what? tomorrow afternoon we're having lunch together.

Isn't it weird how life just happens?

But again,
the last part is just something i wish did actually happen.

What really did happen?
After we got out of the bus, he went his way and i went mine.

and this is the bittersweet truth about reality vs. expectation.
i just imagined this as that scene on (500) days of summer

i wonder when 'the reality' will come true.

25.2.17

Choosing

25.2.17

Every adult i've met have told me to keep quiet, quiet to everything i feel, and all the problems i could be having i should kee...

Every adult i've met have told me to keep quiet, quiet to everything i feel, and all the problems i could be having i should keep them to myself.

They assured me it was for the best, that would keep me sane they told me -or at least seem sane to them-

but they were wrong

my quiteness is often confused with ingenuity

and so much politeness can often bored people

but they were right

my kindness to humanity has grown

my patience has become stronger

i've become so much more

but they were wrong

too much kindness is often confuse with weakness

because

in this little world that we have called our own

you have to be tough

you cannot let yourself be gentle.

and i'm neither of those things

i can be quite rude but i choose not to be impolite

i choose kindness over muscles

we all have a choice to make

every day we wake up

we can create a life to call it our own,

by choosing,

choosing how we react to hate, anger and everything in-between.

we choose.

you choose.

i choose, and i choose kindness over muscles

18.2.17

She was, she is

18.2.17

She was a hurricane with a broken heart she destroy everything she touch but at her core every little darkness was lit up wit...

She was a hurricane

with a broken heart

she destroy everything she touch

but at her core

every little darkness was lit up with his smile

He.

Maybe the one.

Or maybe not... but,

all storms pass

and as her love (she) grew

she wasn't the hurricane anymore

she was the calm after the storm

everything she doubted about herself

was gone

she didn't get save by him,

don't get me wrong,

but his love was all she needed to feel alive again

and to regain her own self at last

21.1.17

she's more than meets the eye

21.1.17

she's more than meets the eye she wanted to be herself, she wanted to be humble first before anyone could really know her ...

she's more than meets the eye

she wanted to be herself, she wanted to be humble first

before anyone could really know her

because she's more than meets the eye

she has secrets,

dangerous ones but mostly good ones

she was shy in her past-life

maybe now too;

people where surprised to hear her talk about herself

but when they did,

they discovered a world full of life

and how a few have won her heart

she was shy in her past-life

maybe now too

but for the one that have discovered her,

she's more than meets the eye

24.12.16

Maybe, that's all i needed it

24.12.16

in a room full with loud and lonely people i fell in love with your laughter from across the room i thought what a loud person ...

in a room full with loud and lonely people

i fell in love with your laughter from across the room

i thought what a loud person you must be

and maybe, just maybe, that's all i needed it

your arms never failed you to make me feel safe

and from across the room

one look was only what it would take

to make me feel safe

again and again

and maybe, just maybe, that's all i needed it

christmas lights and jingle bells

just were loud noises when i heard your laugh

now they've become happy times and longing times

and maybe, just maybe, that's all i needed it

2.11.16

I wanna be "her" - Thoughts

2.11.16

i often catch myself thinking " i wanna be like her " and people often see it as a bad thing to think about but for m...

i often catch myself thinking "i wanna be like her"

and people often see it as a bad thing to think about

but for me it's not,

because i wanna be like her in the sense that:

i wanna be an independent, confident woman,

happy with what i do and loving every step that i leave on this world

i don't just wanna be 'content' with life

i wanna be hungry for personal achievements and full with purpose.

i wanna be happy, that's it, to be happy.

... now, where do i begin...

25.9.16

Lost --- Pérdida

25.9.16

have you ever been so in love with a song that you hear it over and over again? that feeling is what she felt with him he was th...

have you ever been so in love with a song that you hear it over and over again?

that feeling is what she felt with him

he was the music to her heart

and she couldn't -and didn't want to- stop listening to it;

as they were getting closer,

they could almost share a heartbeat

she was so in love with him

she was so in love

that she lost herself in his hands

slipping from his fingertips,

she fell for him just as hard but,

not as easily as he did for her.

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¿alguna vez has estado tan enamorado de una canción que la escuchas una y otra vez?

ese sentimiento era lo que ella sentía con él

él era la música de su corazón,

y no podía -y no quería- dejar de escucharle;

mientras se acercaban más,
casi podían llegar a compartir sus latidos

ella estaba tan enamorada de él

ella estaba tan enamorada
que se perdió así misma en sus manos

deslizándose de las puntas de sus dedos,

se enamoró de él tan fuerte pero,
no tan fácilmente como lo hizo él de ella.

25.2.16

I have forgotten
(Poem)

25.2.16

I used to remember you all the time, now there are some things that I've forgotten: .............................................

I used to remember you all the time, now there are some things that I've forgotten:

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I have forgotten the color of your eyes

and the deepness in your voice when you called my name.

I have forgotten the colors of the sky the night we met,

when sunsets didn't feel the same.

I have forgotten the little things about you

and the way I used to daydream about your lips

and the feel of your touch.

I have forgotten why I loved you so much

and I can't quite figure out

why I loved to see your smile

while you were breaking mine.

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ANTIGUAS ENTRADAS

SOBRE MI

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¡ Hola !
Soy Martha. En mis 20's, a veces sarcástica y muchas veces introvertida, y un poco extraña. Escribo (en su mayoría) cosas de amor, y otras más como (en su minoría) la vida, amistad, libros, música... En definitiva aquí comparto un poco de todo.

¡Saludos!- Un abrazo -
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