A veces pienso en ti
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A veces pienso en ti, pienso que t煤 tambi茅n me piensas. A veces espero que mientras esta distancia se ha hecho eco de las ausencias, se ha hecho testigo de mis s煤plicas de rodilla, tus pensamientos est茅n en un lugar m谩s seguro que este mundo injusto. A veces me siento inundada por los pensamientos que compartimos y por los que guard茅 para m铆. A veces pienso en las promesas que hicimos, esas que nos llevar铆an a la tumba, pienso c贸mo quedaron sin cumplirse y sin cumplirse quedar谩n.
A veces pienso que las cosas tomar谩n un rumbo m谩s calmado con tu ausencia, pero sigo extra帽谩ndote cada d铆a, hasta que me qued茅 dormida en el sof谩 deseando despertar en la cama. Siento que te extra帽o pero si estuvieras aqu铆 no me sentir铆a igual. A veces compro una botella de vino y preparo una cena perfecta, una cena sin ti, y me hablo sobre las cosas que he hecho en el d铆a sean verdad o no: hablo sobre mi trabajo y lo cansada que estoy. Me quedo dormida en el mismo sof谩 que ayer, no hay: te amo, ni tuyos ni m铆os. Nos dec铆amos te amo, pero no fuimos amantes. Recuerdo que hubo un tiempo donde con solo verme me besabas pero ahora aqu铆 estoy acostada, pensando en historias del pasado.
Me quedaba despierta la noche en vela solo para escucharte respirar, para escuchar el latido de tu coraz贸n, para verte sonre铆r mientras so帽abas. Hoy duermo sola en el sof谩 con la luz de la televisi贸n velando mis recuerdos, 驴C贸mo duermes t煤? A veces pienso en ti.
Sometimes I think of you
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Sometimes I think of you, I think that you also think of me. Sometimes I hope that while this distance has become an echo of the absences, has become a witness to my knee-bent pleas, your thoughts are in a safer place than this unjust world. Sometimes I feel flooded by the thoughts we shared and by the ones I kept to myself. Sometimes I think about the promises we made, those that would take us to the grave, I think about how they went unfulfilled and unfulfilled they will remain.
Sometimes I think that things will take a calmer course with your absence, but I keep missing you every day, until I fell asleep on the sofa wishing to wake up in the bed. I feel that I miss you but if you were here I wouldn't feel the same. Sometimes I buy a bottle of wine and prepare a perfect dinner, a dinner without you, and I talk to myself about the things I have done in the day whether they are true or not: I talk about my work and how tired I am. I fall asleep on the same sofa as yesterday, there is no: I love you, neither yours nor mine. We used to say I love you, but we were not lovers. I remember there was a time when just seeing me you would kiss me but now here I am lying down, thinking about stories from the past.
I used to stay awake all night just to listen to you breathe, to listen to the beating of your heart, to see you smile while you dreamed. Today I sleep alone on the sofa with the light of the television watching over my memories, how do you sleep? Sometimes I think of you.