Yo ando buscando amores y tu fatídicos errores. Entre la miel me deslizo… suave y espesa condensa un acertijo. Burbujas cristalinas, oscuras tu pasiones. Gris es tu cordura clara la intimidación. Humo intoxica la fascinación. Entre la miel me deslizo, suave y perfecta me roba un secretillo. Por Carolina Gonzalez (Carolina Portilla Garcés) Colombia –…
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I just got really sad. Every inch of me is feeling left behind like dust like fog like the air that does not longer count. But I know I am worthy maybe not right now. But I did matter and I will matter again… maybe just not right now. But I did and I will.…
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Me gustaría que estuvieses junto a mí con la inmediatez del espacio sin filtros ni rellenos sin editar detalles y sin pretender el bien que ya es nuestro. Me gustaría que estuvieses aquí a mi lado sentados frente a frente lado a lado o mirando en direcciones opuestas para sentir el palpitar de nuestros cuerpos. …
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For fearing rejection I made myself all yours For fearing loneliness I attached myself to you Now, I fear the emptiness the one that comes from this deceit. Now, I feel the unhappiness the sorrow dripping down my chin. All of this fear is coming from within From not believing in me from not fulfilling…
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Happiness is a reaction for some it is a state of mind but for me is the opposite of sadness and sadness is what I have. Written by Carolina Gonzalez (Carolina Portilla Garcés) CarolinasWords May 25th 2019
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All there is is what it was for this moment finds its roots in the past and now the rain is absent dryness is all around. All there is is what it was for the present finds itself standing still longing for the essence wanting to turn around. All there is is what it was…
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Today, I am missing the tears the explosion of sadness, the freedom, the fear; the unloading of emotions, the exorcism, the unburden, the rid of the despair – my dear! I am missing crying, the lagoons in my eyes, the blurry vision, the cloudy world… the lack of air in my heart. But I can’t…
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I cannot cry any more tears my entire body is suffocating my mind my breathing is hollow my vision is blurry I wish I could cry I am tired of screaming I can not keep on fighting the same old fight I am exhausted and mortified Perhaps I have not found my space perhaps I…
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Y tu mundo me ha pasado por los lados pero te he sentido en el centro de mi corazón Me has pasado por los lados como si yo estuviese dentro de un globo de cristal Te miraba sin tocarte te extendía la mano aunque supiese era imposible … Traté de respirar tu aroma y me…
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A veces me preguntó si valió la pena dejarlos entrar. Cuando estaban por fuera, todo era menos crítico. La inmediatez de las emociones se disipaba suavemente, el espacio se hacía inmenso, el polvo era un velo de recuerdos positivos, la lluvia era un saludo de ángeles, el calor: un abrazo de amor. Pero ahora que…
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Por última vez, lo sé, me enamoré de ti, me enamoré, lo sé. Por última vez me enamoré sin saber porqué, sin motivos, sin reparos. Con todo el alma entre las manos. Frente al mundo, frente a ti, sin miedo a perderte, sin miedo a no tenerte. Me enamoré así: Con el alma anclada en…
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Being genuine and authentic is the key to finding your own path, owning your mind and living your best life. Carolina Gonzalez (Carolina Portilla Garcés) Florida – USA – JUNE 2018 #carolinaswords
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