From my interior and from the entrails that are part of this body, my body ...

The flashbacks return once again.

Memories make their way and form the path that tells the story of this life, my life, even with the hope of being able to live another; reincarnate. Among the floating memories are those that made me feel happy - how naive I was - how many of those bubbles today cause me nothing, make me feel ashamed, sad, disgusted, and I do not know what the hell I've become.

In the night, the moment where my weakness becomes more evident, the breastplate of this body breaks and all the butterflies of crystal resurface, I begin to cry ..

… again

All those memories that I treasure light something inside me, it is the warmth of my nostalgia, the warmth I felt in the mornings when I was on my way to university, the weather was cold but I felt the glow of the sun warm my skin, a nice warmth, and the very damn nostalgia suddenly becomes hateful, and tries to tear a few tears from my eyes, the bittersweet smile smothered in tears.

Under the sheets, this body tries to be and feel.

The night becomes eternal and does not stop bringing one by one the flashbacks of those happy moments when I was just a girl, along with the desire to want to return.

and I'm going to cry for all the things that deserve tears.

In the deepest, in the bowels of this body; lies that little sphere, surrounded by the warm orange and yellowish aura, reflections of the city to which I would like to return, wrapped in a kind of onion paper, it is very weak under the armor, and it is only surrounded by fear, that fear that goes and comes. The night of the full moon that shines, and the stars, a thousand bright and daring stars, everything becomes timeless, teleports in mind while my body is lying trying to hold between pillows and takes it back to the moment where I was happy ...

and in the now drowns me an incessant sadness, the one that I must wear every day with a different outfit, the naked sadness described in his forehead:

broken promises and muted illusions that once shone

Pleasant was the moment when the sun warmed my skin again, along with his eyes perched on this body, and the desire, the path of his gaze still radiates that, the desire to possess. The light; the heat and darkness; the cold in space coexist, such as Nilfheim and Muspellheim at the beginning of everything.

Those eyes; his eyes, pierced the breastplate and weakened that night everything that was once firm, playing at the deception, the eyes crossed and looked at each other again.

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From the entrails that are part of this body his gaze felt at a distance, burned and irritated my skin, and in the ardor, I found the peace that was trapped between the marks that define this body.

Asleep and drunk the butterflies of its light.

For this and every night where my body acclaims again the pain and pleasure of their eyes.

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I'm sorry being absent these days, I've been a little away from everything, but I still go through here to review some publications daily, to give votes and comment. In this case I am happy to publish this here, it is part of one of my poetic writings that I finally decided to publish, it was originally written in Spanish but I translated it into English to share it here, this first writing will be part of a small book that I am currently writing, and it is published on the Wattpad platform, for those who are users can read it there