FASCINATING.
You and us,
where are you?
I waited,
I knew you were there.
But too much time has passed;
in the end you never appeared, that dazzling you,
reflections, shadows, between light and shadow.
And then everything changed,
fascinating life.
So alone.
It doesn’t matter,
I am kind,
I settled,
and I stopped waiting.
And I lit my light,
that inner light,
fascinating.
And I discovered
that self,
and I liked,
I liked myself,
welcome.
In that madness
where love lives,
I began to love
that imperfect self.
And I fell in love with myself,
like a beautiful Narcissus,
and I undressed within, and I was fascinated;
life carried me into the inner journey,
I love myself without fear,
it is my life,
wild.
It is a love,
madly love,
for oneself,
without fear of solitude,
in the best company.
I will dance with myself,
I don’t need you,
strangers,
I am enough,
I will dance,
alone.
I like
discovering what is good,
without fear of looking into that mirror,
feeling more at ease each time with my love,
that love that cannot give me kisses.
I settled for a substitute,
a love that is not shared,
but it is enough for me,
and still I dance,
always
with myself,
alone.
Intimate love,
selfish love,
for one,
from one,
with one,
the same one.
And if I didn’t see you,
life is like that,
but my best self appeared,
the one to love without demanding anything.
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FASCINANTE
Tú y nosotros,
¿donde andas?
He esperado,
sé que estás.
Pero ya ha pasado demasiado tiempo;
al final no apareciste, ese tú deslumbrante,
reflejos, sombras, entre la luz y la sombra.
Y entonces todo cambió,
fascinante vida.
Tan solo.
Da igual,
soy bueno,
me conformé
y dejé de esperar.
Y encendí mi luz,
esa luz interior,
fascinante.
Y descubrí
ese yo,
y gusté,
me gustó,
bienvenido.
En ese loco
donde amar,
empecé a amar
a ese yo imperfecto.
Y me enamoré de mí,
como un Narciso hermoso,
y me desnudé por dentro, y me fascinó;
la vida me llevó al viaje interior,
me amo sin temor,
es mi vida,
loca.
Es un amor,
locamente amor,
por uno mismo,
sin temor a la soledad,
en la mejor compañía.
Bailaré conmigo,
no os necesito,
desconocidos,
me basto,
bailaré,
solo.
Me gusta
descubrir lo bueno,
sin miedo a mirar ese espejo,
cada vez más a gusto con mi amor,
ese amor que no me puede dar besos.
Me conformé con un sucedáneo,
amor que no es compartido,
pero también me vale,
y, a pesar, bailo
siempre
conmigo,
a solas.
Amor íntimo,
egoísta amor,
para uno,
de uno,
con uno,
mismo.