Estábamos tan cerca pero sin conocernos aún, pero sí el universo hubiese conspirado a favor de reunirnos en algún parque infantil, juro que hubieses sido mi primer amor…
Tan cerca y tan rápido teníamos que encontrarnos, sin esperar, sin buscar… tarde o temprano tenía que pasar.
Y es así como te convertiste en mis buenos dias, en mis tardes de risas, en noches de palabras por teléfono, en sueños hermosos y en mis ganas de que vuelva a salir el sol, para repetir ese ciclo en el que estar a tu lado era lo mejor.
Fuimos creciendo juntos, yo tomaba tu mano para dar el siguiente paso y tú, tan hermosa, me seguías sin recelo alguno. Descubrimos sentimientos, lugares y momentos, aprendimos de nuestros silencios y aunque lo intentamos, jamás pudimos separarnos y convertimos a algo burdo en eterno.
Los contextos geográficos nos alejaban, pero siempre buscábamos excusas para volvernos a encontrar, para seguir el capítulo de la historia de nunca acabar; Siempre tuvimos esas típicas letras que decían "continuará" Aparecias entre cervezas y pizzas, yo llegaba a tus exposiciones y era víctima de tus Tácticas y estrategias Vol.1 mientras reías.
Vivíamos en un mundo hecho por y para nosotros, jugábamos a ser dioses, a manipular el tiempo y el espacio, jugábamos a amarnos más allá del destino, la vida o el universo…
Nos salió muy caro el jugar.
Ahora yaces en otro lugar, mientras que ahogo mi nostalgia entre letras huerfanas, cigarrillos y noches en las cuales ya no celebro nada, ni siquiera la llegada del sol… he cambiado de ciclo, y ahora estoy en uno que no se si llamarlo mejor o peor…
Sólo sé que no estás.
… Y eso, si que está mal.
On the road to Nostalgia
I visit that place you used to call home, I come across pictures of your childhood and your evolution as a person, I stop to see that innocent look of an infant; in one of them, your eyes are still as pure as they were back then.
We were so close but we didn't know each other yet, but if the universe had conspired in favor of meeting us in a playground, I swear you would have been my first love...
So close and so fast we had to meet, without waiting, without searching... sooner or later it had to happen.
And that's how you became my good days, my afternoons of laughter, nights of words on the phone, beautiful dreams, and my desire for the sun to rise again, to repeat that cycle in which being by your side was the best.
We grew together, I took your hand to take the next step and you, so beautiful, followed me without any misgivings. We discovered feelings, places, and moments, we learned from our silences and although we tried, we could never separate and we turned something crude into something eternal.
Geographical contexts kept us apart, but we always looked for excuses to meet again, to continue the chapter of the never-ending story. we always had those typical letters that said "to be continued" You appeared between beers and pizzas, I arrived at your exhibitions and was a victim of your "Tactics and Strategies Vol.1. while you laughed.
We lived in a world made by and for us, we played at being gods, at manipulating time and space, we played at loving each other beyond destiny, life, or the universe...
We paid dearly for playing.
Now you lie in another place, while I drown my nostalgia between orphan letters, cigarettes, and nights in which I no longer celebrate anything, not even the arrival of the sun... I have changed cycles, and now I am in one that I don't know whether to call better or worse...
I only know that you are not here.
... And that is really bad.
