|I write poetry for all the women out there and short stories. Instagram @nachobandoni Twitter @ibone77|
Risk improves the arousal
being shy is so precious especially when you're too embarrassed to say what you want.
Make me want to steal you a kiss, the kind of kiss that you can't forget. Like a ray of sunlight through clouds in sunrise.
I run my hand through your hair.
I run my heart through your veins.
Seducing your mind to find your soul.
I don't like any of the two options, but if I had to choose one, I would definitely choose the first. Being in love with someone who does not love me back gives me the option of being able to overcome that apathy and somehow with time and my actions she realize how much I love her.
The rain hid her tears as she stood there, waiting for the last train home. When suddenly someone walked up to her.
It was the love of her life. His arms wrapped her once more. One last time. His huge hands, always warm, dried her cheeks. He had waited for the rain to start down to hide the sound of his voice. He couldn't bear to see her like that. He approached her with determination and touched her lips, a very cold lips. But she had remained motionless, unable to offer any sign. Their eyes crossed and they faced each other face to face, doing nothing, just looking into each other's eyes, like someone facing someone who wants intensely but knows that it is not the place or the moment at thi...
Today I want to talk to you. To you who are giving pity out there with a broken heart in a pocket. Today I write to you to tell you that this pain is temporary. That pain helps you grow. To develop you as a person. But today you will forget about it. Today you are going to pamper yourself and you will devote yourself to spoiling yourself, to indulge you in something you want to do and you have been delaying. Today is the first day where you will begin to forget it. I call it mutable pain. You know why?
because you have the possibility to change it, to replace it with another feeling that makes you feel a little better. The best remedy for this type of pain is time. So do not go crazy. You al...
Today is a special day. It's women's day.
We are all in this world thanks to one of them. Our mother.
Thanks to them,
each one of us perceives the world in a different way. Many times with much effort, dedication, sacrifice and above all, love. Pure and uncondicional love. Without their love, today we would not be the people we are.
I am sitting at the typewriter writing these lines and I realize how important women are in my life. I am surrounded by them and from each one I have learned something and I continue to learn every day. To those who are still alive like my mother, my mother-in-law, my sister, my aunts, my cousins, my daughters, my sisters-in-law and my nieces to all of them I ...
A corruption disease where politicians subdue the poor and ignorant majority,
submerging it in an eternal dream of rights without obligations.
A chaotic paradise dancing in circles of whirling of denial.
A live pretending and thinking there’s another possible ending.
0 The infinite mystery of life.
6 From the moment you were conceived.
2 You were
9 A life full of memories from your mother's womb.
7 Time becomes an infinite sense of love.
2 Remember that.
There are four different ways to reach me:
by the way of looking,
by way of kisses,
by way of the imagination or by way of passion.
But there is a hierarchy:
looking only doesn't work,
your kisses and imagination alone either.
Magic happens when you follow your passion.
Universe always falls in love with a stubborn heart.
The risk of not finding you. Of not being able to see you anymore.
It's been many years and I still don't tell you how much I love you.
The adventure of this rollercoaster ride called life,
took us further away more than I would like.
It has been a long time.
I'm old for these things. But I don't care about anything, not even look ridiculous.
I bought you 55 red roses. The color of passion that was never matched.
And I'll try one more time. Only for the pleasure that gives me seeing you again.
Surely the end of an unrequited love.
We are "the mission impossible" ... something that life rarely makes you meet... again...
But when we do,
the smell you have it reminds me of something...
I want a furious embrace. Chaotic. Wild.
One of those that take your breathe away,
Where we create a sweat mix and saliva storm with each other ....
I like your forever kisses and you love my infinites now whispers. Which sometimes last a lifetime. Rarely more than ever.
With you I found the reasons for my passion. If you're going to think of me,
do it inappropriately.
Writing is my escape. When there are unlimited words to read, my own thoughts are often difficult to find.
Essentially, writing separates my mind from my own reality and creates a path that takes to a journey to the person that will read it.
I am not crazy,
I just can't let my heart settle in a cage.
I was born wild and sometimes I need to write to let my chaos go away.
That is the essence of my inner freedom.
The light of the words that I choose cause the flames in yours.
And I was always willing to burn for everything that I ever loved.
Forgetting about what is polite or proper to explore into what is sincere and honest.
Let me lead you through the labyrinth of my true words.
If you are reading this is because something happened, neither good nor bad just happened.
Since you were 7 years old, you had the gift of writing. Every time a subject called your attention you took a pencil and a paper and you started writing.
Maybe today you do not feel the same, maybe today you can not write more but what I can tell you right now and believe me, is that when you had a passion for something as big as the one you had, somewhere in your memory there is still that flame.
Every day sit down in front of a piece of paper and write what you feel, with your open heart in your hand and let yourself go.
As time passes, the sensation of that flame that seems extinguished today, w...
Life is what happens in front of our noses,
many times without realizing it.
Life is time and time, unlike life, it does not stop.
Goes on and on and on and on.
It runs over you.
It stomps on you.
It drives you away.
But we should not ignore time.
Because life slips through our fingers. Like when you wash your hands.
So let's not waste time on useless things.
Let's take this opportunity to collect as many cute memories that give real and genuine testimony that we live a dignified life, full of love and justice.
If you don’t love me now
I will be waiting.
you're going to hear a voice from inside you
that tells you:
“You made a terrible mistake.”
The best hugs
are those that last seconds and will eternally with you.
The feeling of vertigo
when I am sitting in front
of a blank sheet.
The possibility of creating
or inventing something from scratch so that others can enjoy it.
The challenge of thinking about something you're happy to reread.
Awakening in the middle of the dream just because you came up with something you do not want to forget and leave it written on a paper forever.
That is my true passion
and the one that has been with me
since I was 7 years old.
will be closed
in a short time
and they will be
nothing but scars
that will remind me
of what I have lived,
will not hurt me anymore.
And I can’t do it
Love transforms you.
It makes you a child.
And we all want to be a child again.
There is nothing more I need,
with your love
I have everything.
She had waited for this moment for years.
And now had finally arrived.
She opened her eyes
and there he was.
A little misaligned and soaking wet.
The storm had lasted longer than they had announced earlier.
A part of her wanted to scream with joy but there was an expression on his face that persuaded her
not to do so.
From the distance
she noticed that something was not right.
As he walked towards her she could see that he was uncomfortable.
He took great steps until he reached her.
She was sheltered
under a small roof
at the train station.
Like magic, he pulled a bouquet of red roses under his pilot.
“They are 7” he said, “...like the days we were not together.
If you feel laziness.
Look for something that motivates you.
Your own purpose.
The only way to draw strength when you are not motivated is to feed on the emotion that gives you a reason.
Clear up your head,
try to come up with a plan and then follow it.
A clear, step by step plan makes it easier to start because people like following orders better than making decisions.
Don’t be trapped with feelings or thoughts that won’t do you any good.
Never give up until it’s done.
#SKYLARK CHALLENGE 169
He came up to the open.
He was tired to prowl.
He couldn't see the sniper.
He was exhausted an far away from his home.
His hunger snaped his untiring instict.
In a fraction of a second,
his mystic stare
The accurate shot knocked him down.
He was no longer the leader.
With time nature erased his body.
But not his memory of his pack.
can make you think
for a while,
can make you shred
but the meaning
deep in your soul forever.
We are programmed to avoid thinking about the time we have left to live. So we feel that we always have the opportunity to do things that make us happy "Everyone agrees that the most important thing in life is family and friends. However we do not take them long enough. But if we lose hours and days of our lives, watching tv, browsing the internet and using a mobile phone How much longer are you willing to lose?
Let's burn out
and fade away
in eternal starlight.
inside of me
only speaks of darkness.
Cause all my hidden truths will shine
and the spirit
of all my lies
will be claimed.
... and he shuddered.
He had never seen such a beautiful woman.
Her smile illuminated the place like the golden light of the sun at sunset.
Not even in his best dreams he had imagined someone so beautiful. He got so nervous that he accidentally winked at her. And without thinking she did the same.
They could not stop looking
at each other. And for some
reason she could not stop her
He was trapped.
She looked so happy that she seemed to float on the floor.
He got up from his seat and approached her.
Face to face he stared,
losing himself into the intense
light and deep green eyes
that did not stop looking at
Time stopped for a moment for both. A...
A bad dream.
I rose from the chaos
of empty dreams
full of apathyc desires.
I was completely exhibited
to the dark side of humanity
in the edge of a very deep abyss.
I saw your face
painted of words unsaid
from blurred shapes of insanity
that silently scream your name
in a time of no return.
I closed my eyes
and saw arbitrary blackness. Gushes
of a fade dirty dead world covered by dense ruby blood
and I didn´t care.
I could see nothing
even if I wanted,
just felt the sound
of all things
breaking around me
like thousands of broken glasses
that shuddered my body.
everything I said
to the persons that I ever loved.
I was a lonely man.
The art of loving
isn’t hard to master.
It is a maze through were life goes on
and every meaning is
unraveled with time.
We are all thieves
of unspoken words
trapped in each others lost thoughts.
The selfish feeling of knowing how beautiful it is when someone you love only wants you.
Her lovely husband with tears in his eyes broke the silence and began to say:
“Life is a constant repetition of experiences. Some very good and others very bad that keep the balance. They say that a life well lived is one that accumulates a positive balance of good experiences lived with those people that you loved the most throughout your life.
We are not prepared for death, much less to lose a loved one, but they say that when you reach your earthly end a new stage begins.
We will have to wait to see if it is true.”
“I always loved you, you were the love of my life and you always will be.
Rest in peace now,
until the day we will met again.”