mindtomind

ITS A WEIRD THINGGG

The interaction between two people. The interaction between many people. The people you interact with without even thinking. The intimate interactions we share. The physical interactions. The verbal interactions that make us FEEL. The exchange of ideas and things we like.

+The change - El cambio de planes y de energía.

The things that we ignore. The oblivious attitudes.

The way we do what we do.

WHY we even choose to do them.

THE DEPENDENCY WHICH WE NEEEEEEEEEED. {{{{{the reality that we don’t.

las memorias que duelen hora pero que gozamos sin querer, sin saber.

its all intertwined.

mon ami

Deception at its peak. 
A mixture of things that shouldve never happened but did.
Those things that were told but never intended to be taken seriously. 
Invisible words.

Your bland soul.
Deceitful.

With those things, i hate you. 
With these thoughts, i love you.

The beginning, so sweet.
The ending so vile like all endings. 
My muscles, the warmth of my traveling blood under my skin, the folicles will miss your presence.

The emotions will finally rest. 
You will continue with the next one as the trees do with the colors. Just a trace of fallen leaves. 
I’ll be those leaves, I’ll be in those leaves.

Paths will continue to cross, an illusion. 
Just as this all was, it will be.

oye

Así como te veo, te deseo.

Así como piensas quiero pensar y sentir. 
Escuchar te hablar de cosas que siempre he querido oír es lo que he estado esperando sin saber lo.

Las huellas de lo que pasó y el sabor de el miedo por el futuro. 
Nuestras manos serán la luz que nos recordará. 
La separación sólo será fisical.

Cuida tu sombra, ve la mía y no olvides. 
Estes en donde estés estará mi sangre.

anoche te escuche quando caminabas en la nieve

anamador:

A painting I did, not totally finished yet but ORL. <3

This was also not a good painting but Omarrrrrr, i’ll could paint you as many times and you would never come out as  perfect as you really are.

(Source: amadoranana)

this wasnt a good picture

anamador:

Painting I did.
La Loteria.

(Source: amadoranana)

I feel a discomfort with every fragile movement of my muscles and in the flesh nestled within my stretching skin.

yo tuve el sueno sin crear lo. aquí me quede sin la esperanza y tus ojos. me lleve con tus palabras como si fueras lo ultimo que escuchara.

ni las flores, ni la agua, ni tu dignidad.
nomas quedo lo que dejaste y hora que?
seria mejor que te fueras o que nos vallemos con le nos sobro.

nunca tuve las respuestas y tu nunca tuviste el alma.

words. just words.

our days said goodbye when the moon said hello.
roots crawling up our legs like mysteries scattered all over your bodies.
i said one thing and you told me another.
the winds assured me and so i left leaving behind nothing missed.

it was as easy to say as it is to describe our air
but shared and stolen it was 

give alittle

there’s no easy way of saying the things that have been said.
things happened and i watched while my ears made a desperate attempt to listen and make something of those words and seemingly meaningless phrases.

still hope somehow finds a way to crawl up the most sensitive part of me leaving me with some dignity.

we’re still here regardless and we will be until the stars change our paths.