Raise Your Voice Hope

I watched a documentary about Victor Jara last night, and today I listen to his music. Being a Chilean I should perhaps learn about his story, but I admit to have been blind and deaf about that past of which I was not a direct part of, though my parents were (I remembered you with the song "Luchín"), and I possibly lived the reflexes wounds in them, without realizing it at the time. The atrocities experienced in Chile, starting with September 11, 1973 (yes, we had one 911 too, and funny thing it involves USA again, very sad) the Coup, where our own army (with funding. planning and support from the government of Richard Nixon with his Secretary of State Henry Kissinger) attacked and killed our president, (Salvador Allende) attacked, tortured and killed our own citizens (more than 30.000 victims, between tortured and executed prisoners, thousands of kids, thousands of raped women), and every other expressive and brave daredevils who simply said what they thought and expressed it in the best way they knew. Among them was Victor Jara, singing to life... "The Right To Live In Peace"

But this writing is not about politics as it has never been a topic in my life, but it is totally about the right of expression, and more than the right to do so, it is about the desire to do it... because no one can silence you if you do not allow them. To say what you think and feel, without actually censor yourself by thinking about the implications, is to be honest with yourself, and not edit yourself along the lines of what is right according to a protocol to be followed, or to the prevailing culture or time in which we live. Many who do this are sometimes called troublemakers, rebels and extremists, and I happily accept that label, if by that they mean not to be silent with what you believe is right, what you think is our right to live better, what really keeps us alive.

Each of these rebels as they call them (for going against the system and not follow the masses) are responsible for the change that many live and enjoy today, without have been an acting part of these events, but getting on the train victory when everything was safe. And it makes no sense to keep living on our participation or absence of what happened in our past, there’s much more in start moving the trains in our times, without the fear of getting hit by bullets of oppression, that try to silence our voices and actions, which those tyrants who these days enjoy of power, know that will change the world.

There are many means of expression today, many more than before...is much more what is allowed to do, and yet many remain silent because of fear, fear of ridicule, of not feeling the blood asking for a purer flow, and of knowing that there will always be others willing to speak out, even though they remain sitting and waiting. Then what more comfortable and safe than to wait for others to do so, to build that change, and then just enjoy it, without having to be at any risk? And in life there are actors and there is an audience. Perhaps for this reason is that many think "me changing will not change the world"...and when there are so many who think that way, that's precisely the reason why the changes take so long to arrive. If a thousand drops of water were to fill the cup, 999 would not be enough, and only 1 more drop would make a difference. As well as the first drop touching the bottom of that cup is the driving force behind this whole movement.

Hopefully many are those who sing it, draw it, act it, write it and speak it...no need to go on a strike, or a violent protest to bring create a change, but it is valid. I write it, and I share it to be read by those who have forgotten or are not aware of it.

Think about this just for a few moments. They always say that we must make a change so that our children and grandchildren can enjoy it in the future...and that is simply stated because there is no confidence that the change will happen fast. But that depends only on how many actors want to join to this change of mind, and on how many from the audience are willing to leave the stationary comfort that keeps them observing and waiting for the change to occur, sometimes seen as a miracle, just for that lack of action. That change could also be enjoyed by us, and not just by the future generations, if all were willing to push the cart. And if you're thinking this is not going to happen, then you did not understand the meaning of this writing.

Be The Change!!

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Anis

Cluster of twinkling starts, big, bright, deep, fell in your eyes, like who randomly sow seed flowers, without knowing where each one is, but with the assurance that something beautiful will sprout.

Really glow strongly inside its darkness, protect your constellations, like a roof from rain and wind. Butterfly wings allowing a flight of life, slips the rain, covered by dew, beautiful black eyelashes.

Inhale all the tender, eliminate what harms you. Capture the most sincere essences that only you know where they exist, and they fill you with purity, tranquility, peace. Everything is white, that’s how it feels…white purity that gives you life. Cute little nose, my nose.

So thirsty for affection, the coming water can be heard. Comes out in droves, to lubricate your lips, your soft tongue...your mouth, origin of nervous, trembling words, perfect engineering of your wonderful smile...do not hide it, do not lose it.

They fear losing consciousness, stop being receptive to the language of friendship, of love. Like roots absorbing the raindrops, to then distribute them to the whole plant, they take words and direct them to the heart. Innocent ears that strongly hold on to those phrases that you love...that makes you fall in love.

Irresistible to the touch and taste, to mouth and fingers. A must stop on the highways of your body...infinite moments, sedative hypnosis. Union of your poles, the cutest ends. I promise you indescribable sensations…you will see the reflection of the word passion, as my lips brush against your neck.

Night deeply longed, in which caresses invade us, with no more choice but to be defeated, and helpless and naked, surrender to the feeling that slowly destroys the barriers of your skin...smooth skin. Shivers on your shoulders, when I softly draw, with my fingertips its contour...

Always reach me with your little hands, because I won’t let them go...but maybe I will, only to cover you in an embrace that envelops you completely...and that makes you believe that your feet have already left the earth...even if it is for an instant. You remember the most beautiful way to hold hands in the infinite distance, and look at each other without seeing each other...but that's from another story.

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Soul Mates

Just a couple months since we met, like two air streams with different courses, and at that very moment they decide to follow their paths together. We know that together are amazing, united by love we are invincible, merged into passionate kisses no one can break us apart. And there’s nothing else for egotistical forces that just to observe our joy and gratitude for this life we're just beginning ... our story is written with passion.

Optimistic waiting for your call every day, several times a day, even now I'm waiting for you to get back from your brief stint in the air and decide to call so we can hear each other for hours, because we still do not have the luck to be physically present in the same space. Space that will witness avalanches of hugs and caresses of all kinds. I will flood you with kisses on your beautiful neck... I do not know how you will do to keep me away from this beauty...maybe just by letting me go down your body, drawing your curves and contour with my tongue, my lips. That space will know that there was released the most intense battles, your body against mine...battle that ended in a hug releasing purity drops, eroticism drops, infinite love.

Vividly open your eyes at times to connect with mine...I already watch you for some time, and it is difficult to escape the hypnosis of your sensual, innocent, seductive movements…without wanting to be. Could contemplate you for hours and hours, until time whip me fiercely and make me take the long awaited trip, felt in deep...that trip that hopefully will not end soon, but if this happens, we have our lives ahead to make it a thousand times more. Passengers without tickets from judgmental eyes that we closed without fear, only by showing what we know how to do, what we want to do to each other, again and again...hold me cause I'm on your side, and I am not leaving from the most precious home I start to build.

Eager trembling hands touching you completely…you kissing my fingers, with your tongue my shoulders... and I slide through your back to reach its end, to begin that massage that you will enjoy so much, I promise. That beauty of legs you have, and my hands have the privilege to stroke them, by the contour, and even more by the inside of your thighs, very intensely, until I get to that point where they join and the paradise begins, my cherished paradise.

Unbelievable sensations, smelling your body, from top to bottom, from the outside in, taking all the time necessary in each season of this exquisite trip, I fall in love more and more simply because you exist beside me, and transport me to the world I was waiting for so long, perhaps even before I was born as who I am now. That world where we can live without time, your world...our world. We will inhabit that world where the Universe and Nature will be proud of their beautiful creation, what a great couple they have formed…and couple in our eyes, because in the eyes of the Creators we are already merged as one...each with their qualities, but united in one body, a fusion of souls...soul mates.

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The Girl Who Woke Me Up

I remember it was a Saturday morning, probably around 9 am, so very early if you consider we went to the bar the night before and didn't go to sleep until 5 am. So there you were, your beautiful brown eyes, so close to mine, I could breathe your smell, almost hear your heartbeats, and I was so sleepy, I thought I was actually dreaming, and just keep looking at you like I was hypnotized. I think you were touching my face very softly, because I remember seeing your hands moving away when I opened my eyes. I knew you were talking to me, because I saw your lips moving, but I was just looking at them, hoping that the moment never go away, hoping that this dream would last a little longer…to this day, this has been my best awakening. 

Finally you left, disappear from what at that moment I thought was a dream, and I went back to sleep. When I finally woke up, I went looking for you, you were not in your room, your things were not there either, where were you? ...so I asked some of your friends, and they told me you left. They told me you came to say goodbye early in the morning but I was half asleep and I didn't realize what was going on…you were gone…I didn't know for how long, and that day I knew.

The next 2 weeks were so strange. There was this new feeling, that just started when you were gone, all because your face was the first thing that I saw when I half woke up that morning. Every morning after that I was hoping to see you there again. Sometimes I didn't even open my eyes hoping that I could just feel your fingers touching my face, or maybe breathe your smell again…but it never happened…you were gone…It's not even 10 days and I miss you too much, like I'm not complete without you here...

The 2 weeks were over, and you came back. I was so excited to finally understand if that feeling was just a thing, or it was something real, and this was the best way to know...It was not the first time I liked someone, but there was something different, maybe it was the different culture, the excitement of experiencing this away from home, where everything was more intense. All the feelings are felt stronger, emotions adding up...who knows if now we can disappear together for a moment, and go to that place where we were so many times before, but not having these feelings. I promise I'll hold you close, let's fly for a while...

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A.S.

It's not that easy, try to simply describe the gift you that give me, when you let me feel you ...

Rain ... leaving my eyes, that for so long watching your silhouette fading into the cold night, fog that misses with rays of light, spill so many drops impregnated of your image, barely touching your cheeks, flooding deserts, that for a look awaken in colors, as those you emanate when you let yourself be seen, as the ones you bring in me, with the reflection of your eyes...I'm drowning in them, forever rest, infinite peace, just your look... your look is enough...

Smelling your presence, unmistakable scent of your skin, your hair, your pores releasing the essence that traps me inexplicably, inevitably. Breathe the air you inhale, when you exhale it purified and filtered by your lungs, those that give you the exact time not to get killed by a kiss ... breathe that air, to breathe you, merge your body with mine, without touching, just feel each other ...breathe what gives you life, completes my life, holds my life ... 

Hear the gentle blink of your eyes, your lashes crashing, the touch of your tongue to moisten your lips, your breathing. Heart beating, blood coursing within, to feel you alive ... words coming out of your mouth, like arrows pierce into my soul, never to come off, as long as you feed the charm that captivates me with every sentence sweetly gushing from the magic door that your lips form... I will keep listening ... daydreaming ...

What else to ask for than just to caress you, touch your nose with the tip of my fingers, walking down your cheeks ... tender cheeks. Wipe your mouth with a little sigh ... that you trigger when you smile. Close your eyes to feel your eyelids ... beautiful windows of your soul. Rub your ears almost imperceptibly ... I am still by your side ... for much more. Touch for a second the back of your neck, the top of your spine where your hair hits, that leaves that exquisite fragrance ... that makes me forget the world ...

Someday, I wish, I hope not too late, for as long as we can, I can merge my lips to yours, and raise our bodies, lose all consciousness, only that kiss matters, even if it lasts only a second ... would be the most tender and beautiful second ... our second ...

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Moments

The sun was born 
You are dead
In an instant
And in complete silence.

Now everything is clearer
The clouds are gone over me
And the new sun guides me in a new way.

I think I've found the cure to the incurable
The solution to all my problems
And the path to the unknown.

All this I have found
In a very deep thinking
That gradually fades
In just a faraway look
Aiming for the horizon
And observing a human figure at times.

How could I change in seconds?
Maybe the impression of seeing you makes me fear
And I unconsciously change my mind
Just for a second.

The sun dies
You are reborn in my heart
And I feel very close to you
But only for seconds.

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