YOU

Just in the moment when you were opening your two "bright, big, beautiful eyes", I thought how lucky I was to have the opportunity to bear a part in that magical experience. A night of pure pleasure was flowing with the intensity of our passions; that marvelous felling when the rush goes up in the precise moment that your tongue is touching my delicate skin. The fresh summer breeze blows out my mind's insecurities, we were discovering our deepest corners, we were cleaning all the shadows and fears making justice to our incipient love. 

I cannot explain the taste of wet soil coming out between the space of your five little fingers, when I got to the middle after stay in the mountains of your legs and the hairy forest for 5 weeks, don't try to forget the long wide path with unconsciousness feelings, I can give you a delicious black kiss if the purpose is to enter in your sinful thoughts, we ended in the most positive position, I felt so comfortable hugged by your two strong legs, I could feel the pressure in my ribs; you should come and see how marvelous your face is from this place. 

I am not going to ignore all your whispers and sounds, I'm going to remember each part and curves of your delicious body, and I am going to try, just try to ignore how deeply deeply I enjoy of your company. I don't care about your secrets and mistakes, I'm just going to pretend without any intention to disturb our paths; stay as long as possible without being a burden, no chains to bind us, just pure deep magical unconditional love between our dreams, building the life day by day in the present: which irredeemably will be the future, and the future will remain forever with our particles and atoms on it.

CHANGES:

I open my chest and I change the curse of my breathing, I feel like if was yesterday when I saw you for the first time, the pulse of my hand has its own voice. The path is still long, there are lot to learn, I take my pipe with the lighter and smell the fresh air of the summer before to get high. The black zara pants has begun to loosen, Oh dear! Let me give you a big hug. Let me whisper beautiful sounds very close to your ears. Before the sun rises up. I have to dissapear now, but I took lots of pictures of the moment. Now is eternal. I will never forget the aroma and taste. I will never forget.

INDIÖ POP'

He was trying to create his world, from the woods and the dust, and the deepest love. With pieces of green; walking down through the forest, the water becomes life under his thoughts. The warm hand crossed the wound, and with the heat of his center; relieving the suffering around. It just was the mind on the sky with a beautiful little rose. It just was the breath of the forgotten people, hungry and thirsty; ignoring their own power.   

When the night came out, he started to draw upon his right of free will; flying along the distance; learning and teaching, the student and professor, as above so below. But he couldn't resist to ascend. Consciousness levels. No one knows the things that only you should know, nobody can expand your greatness. The necessity of the absolut truth, without ambivalence, without duality. 

Before flowering, Indiö Pop' lost his memories; he couldn't defend of himself by himself, he couldn't avoid all those fake information; confusing him, distracting him, crushing him. He put all the insecurities and unfounded fears in his actions, he started to feel empty and impure, he betrayed his own needs to please his invented deamons, throwing him into the garbage again, and again, and again.

But everything has a right cause, information means knowledge which in time means power, and power means the hability to be all that things that you want to be. Beyond shadows and fears, beyond confusion and sadness. Even so, ahead of reaching the more enlightened peak of his own glory. He must to recognize the suffering and insecurities imposed by himself trying to teach him how to be great and perfect.

Along the distance, after being invented and uninvented, after being a mess and perfect, after "being". From the deepest love, understanding appeared to teach him even more. The energy started to flow with the silent thought. But he can't, not because he can't. He can't because he need to learn more about it. To be stronger about it. To bloom magnificent without fears and sandness. With all his concentrated light.

There is a long road to ride, there's no more energy to waste, the tears have been gone. The suffering was strenght and courage, was benevolence and kindness, was unconditional love. Now is easy to understand, at the end he had been part of everything, and everything had been part of him. Changing its patterns and shapes as the way that wisely had to be, there is no doubt that Indiö Pop was only the reflect of the nothing, and from the nothing we were part of the same breath.