Autismo Adulto

                                                            Wild Flower “Hello.” We said to each other every day. You waited for me with joy. With your petals open. Giving me the best of you. “You are beautiful,” I thought. And I didn’t say it. Just by looking at you, you made me smile. You were innocent. Pure. Perfect. I failed to tell you, that you made me happy. Your colors rose, every time I arrived. You showed your charms with a childish air. You were not in this life, in a safe place, but even so, you showed that you belonged there. I opened my heart and you were there. You never missed our dates, always available, always affordable. You knew I needed you. You gave yourself completely, in your full beauty. Without vain pride, without asking for anything in return. You knew there was no tomorrow. That is another opportunity to be loved you would not have. I didn’t see it, and I lost you. Today I arrived at our date and you were not there. Your space was empty and sad without you.

                                                              Floresita Silvestre “Hola.” Nos decíamos todos los días. Me esperabas con alegría. Con tus pétalos abiertos. Dándome lo mejor de ti. “Eres hermosa” Pensaba. Y no lo decía. Solo con mirarte me hacías sonreír. Eras inocente. Pura. Perfecta. Fallé en decirte, que me hacías feliz. Te subían los colores, cada vez que llegaba. Mostrabas tus encantos con un aire infantil. No estabas en esta vida, en un lugar seguro, pero aún así mostrabas que pertenecías ahí. Abría mi corazon y estabas. Nunca faltaste a nuestras citas, siempre disponible, siempre asequible. Sabías que necesitaba de ti. Te entregabas toda, en tu plena belleza. Sin orgullo vano, sin pedir nada a cambio. Sabías que no había mañana. Que otra oportunidad de ser amada no tendrías. No lo supe ver, y te perdí. Hoy llegué a nuestra cita, y no estabas. Tu espacio estaba vacío, y triste, sin ti. Tu pequeño mundo cambió. Te arrancaron de mi vida. Pero lo peor, es que te arranc

" Loveless "     Love Died. They killed him with the blow of Life. He didn't have much time to agonize. He left in long months of sighs. He left without saying I'm leaving you or at least saying goodbye. He left, never to return? Love, I know you can take my illusion, Love, I know you can too.....take my soul... But Oh love... Where are you going? Where will you be? Who will you share your existence with? To whom will you give your nectars and your aromas? With whom will you sweat your new tears and desires? What will happen to yesterday? When you are no longer in the memories of my body, when another body conquers your mornings, and the flavors are no longer the same? Oh, Love. You have killed yourself based on lies and illusions, you believed in the lies of discouragement, you believed that other arms would give you more warmth. You believed what you wanted to believe. Nobody cheated on you, you knew what you had and what you were losing. You knew that love for love