As time passed. . .
"One accepts after some time, and learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and imprison a soul, and one accepts that love does not grow by having sex.
That love does not mean that it will always be,and one begins to accept.
That I love you are not contracts and sleeplessness are not promises, and one begins to assimilate his disappointments with his head held high and his eyes wet, and a sad one decides to go to all his paths to pursue because tomorrow is too long and unsafe to maintain and future plans are shaped like clouds and tend to fall in the middle of nowhere.
And after a while one accepts that it is too much, to be always abandoned until the heat of the sun turned to burning sand. So you plant your own white rose and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to give you red roses.
And one accepts that you can really stand, that you are really strong, that you are really worth, and one accepts and learns. That with each day you learn more about life and you accept it.
Over time you appreciate that being with someone is because it offers you a good future. And it means that sooner or later you will want to return to your love that has remained in your past.
Over time you accept that only someone who is capable of loving you with your defects, without trying to change you, can bring you all the happiness you have desired.
Over time you realize that if you are next to that person just to accompany his loneliness, inevitably sooner or later he will end up not wanting to see you again.
Over time you understand that true friends are few, and that whoever does not fight for each other, sooner or later will be surrounded only by interested beings.
Over time you learn that words of contempt in a moment of anger can continue to hurt the one you hurt, for a lifetime.
Over time you learn that to apologize, anyone does, but forgiving is just, of great souls.
Over time you understand that if you have hurt love cruelly, most likely love will never be the same again.
Over time you realize that even if you are happy with someone charming, one day you will cry for that noble love that you let go.
Over time you realize that each experience with each person is unrepeatable.
Over time you realize that he who compares and humiliates or despises a human being,
sooner or later he will suffer the same actions and scorn multiplied by each tear that he shed.
Over time you understand that pushing things or forcing them to happen will cause them to not be as you expected in the end.
Over time you realize that the best thing was not really the future, but the moment that you were living right at that moment.
Over time you will see that even if you are happy with those who are by your side, you will miss terribly those who were with you yesterday and have now left.
Over time you will learn that trying to forgive or ask for forgiveness, saying that you love, saying that you miss, saying that you need, saying that you want to be a close friend, in the face of silence a memory, no longer makes any sense.
But unfortunately, you accept and understand it only as time goes by. "
— Juan Francisco Palencia.
"My World".
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Despierto solo
y quedo así; pensando, inventándo,
Otra historia, que es igual decir,
Seguir soñando, y quedo en el vacío,
imaginando. . .
Que llegas, y te entregas en mis brazos.
Quédate hoy, quédate siempre,
vuélvete luz de abril, al despertar,
o realidad, pero no me dejes solo,
O mejor ven y llévame ahora,
a un mundo feliz, donde no,
Hay soledad, llévame contigo.
Angela Strauss.
— Juan Francisco Palencia.
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Permaneces . . .
En cada amanecer, en donde se hace polvo el sol. Agradezco cada día, el tiempo compartido, tu maravillosa sonrisa, tus cálidos abrazos y los más bellos momentos. Me enseñas que nuestro amor todo lo puede. Incluso en la más larga y dolorosa espera. Al cruzar el misterio de lo eterno. Hasta el día de reencontrarnos nuevamente. Te vi y me vez marchar en el laberinto más sublime y oscuro encontrando los designios del camino, bajo el extraño peregrinar del cielo sin estrellas.
في ذكرى والدتي فيليسيا
— Juan Francisco Palencia.
Primavera 2001
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When you start to love or miss someone. . . Several lost feelings come together, without imagining that they can be mythical spirits. That glow in the dark that seems to guide you. When you have deep pain, would it be Ixchel? That faithful dog whose barking makes us shudder at a Cerberus? That cat that came for a while, and suddenly left, was it Minerva? They all decide to help and be around. Because without knowing one invoked them?
— Juan Francisco Palencia.
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Nunca cambies . . .
Tú sabes hacerte el aire que vive en mi, cada vez cuando depositas un susurro en el infinito cuando dices: Soy como la tierra amor, tu eres el sol, que no se deja ver.
Somos un alma que desafía los andares, el aire que no roza las estrellas y suave, suave nos quita la sed.
En un suspiro que al volverse un dulce beso murmurando digo: tu alma tiene un corazón que era mio.
"No sere más un alma fria. Así tu amor me cambio. Por eso te siento aquí." ¿Y me sientes en un brillo cálido en tu corazón. Porque sabes que es verdad?
Nunca cambies, justamente por ser como eres, te quiero.
Nunca cambies, hazme sentir siempre así.
— Juan Francisco Palencia.
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