Heart Open?

Yes. I will never make any sense, I'm sorry. It's in my nature to be the impulsive beauty that you seem to be charmed with. I open my eyes this last two mornings and see you sleeping at my side, this view shutters my sellfishness and stupidity, even so I can't seem to love it yet.
"Would you lay next to me and just forget the world?..." I wanna hear from your lips. Anyway, It would make it only more scary to my frozen heart.
My heart...

I never knew how closed it was until I heard you pronounce those words .... and then I wasn't able to say: "I would love you, I would definitively do ". I am miles from where you are, even when you're sleeping right next to me with your arms in my back. Yes, this lasts mornings beside you haven't break the stone wall in me.
My eyes doesn't seem to know nothing beyond you. I see you all day long in my arms. Yes, hold me close in your arms, tell me that you've open your eyes. Because it seems that I will never open mine. No, don't tell me I'm messed up before meting the Mr Hyde in me.
Yes, we're both through this. You also look so fragile I could cry.
Anyway, we'll get nowhere like this.... Something's gotta give.
But you're lucky, this doesn't bored me at all. I can't stop fucking think how it would be to... Yes, I am obsessed in how it would be, but I can't seem to gain the courage to do something about it.
Just say yes!
And then don't you dare ask me the same question back!
I thought I was able to open my heart, I still haven't figure out what is that i'm so afraid of. Maybe is not afraid, it could be my childish games, my cold mind, my wild living, my sellfish schedule....

El Gato Sigiloso

Es poseedor de un habitat tremendamente inadecuado para sus subsistencia. El es inadecuado para su habitat, not the other way around. Cada paso va acompañado de un ronroneo que no escatima en drama, sigilo y elegancia. No escatima, no mide, no considera.
Todo es decir nada al respecto. No mide, pero definitivamente si planea. Aunque esto no lo vio venir. Es la raza tan poderosa en la que no hay consuelo. Es la eterna pregunta de un sentido misterioso, mas no de una logica irresolvible.
Eso es nuevo.
Antes las acciones carecian de logica alguna y lo mas probable es que por consecuencia, tambien de un sentido mas alla que el de las inquebrantables ganas del no avanzar.
Ahora, la sigilosidad es imprecindible en el objetivo. Sin tener aun claro cual este sea. Mas aun el orgullo es el factor tambien clave, no habra acto alguno sino una observacion detallada de una seguidilla de acontecimientos si es que no se cumple tal vez el que se considera como objetivo o como final. Definitivamente esto no es lo que corrije el estado de inercia y estatica permanente, pero hay que hacer algo.