La Lune de Rubén

Stella Cadente

Tengo a Mariana frente a mí, pero no me habla. Me dice mucho. Pero no con palabras, ¿sabes? Cuando uno hace algo malo para entristecer a otra persona… y entonces, esa persona se queda calladiiiita… Y es que la jodiste bien cabrón… Metiste la pata… ¿Sabes de eso?


Do you believe in shooting stars? Do you believe that the wishes you make can come true?

No. Not because of the shooting star they don’t.


I sogni non sono nelle stelle cadente… Sono nel tuo cuore volatile.

La cagué. Ahora está llorando. Que mierda…


Why did you lie?

What did I lie about? Which lie?

When you said that you loved me.

Why don’t you believe that I love you?

You let me go.

I let you go?

I stopped cold. Got chills. Two shooting stars fell. I asked a lot of questions. When would you call? Just when I was about to turn around… A black cat came over to the car. It’s funny. I’m not superstitious.

Where did you go?

Nowhere.

Why did you go?

Because I couldn’t understand. It felt like you didn’t want me here. Nothing makes sense. I used to think that it was always my fault; that it’s always me who’s wrong. I could just see them laughing at us!

Who?

I think it’s what they wanted. Their wish comes true. I’m just so tired. So tired…

Why’d you come back?

Because I’m an idiot. Because I do love you. And I needed to know why you didn’t love me. You didn’t try to get me.

I need to show you something. If you don’t believe in my love, that is wrong. And it’s my fault. And I could go get you… but sometimes you just have to come back.


Todavía me acuerdo. De hace algún tiempo. Y se siente un poco igual. Así. Todo cambia. Pero, no creo que mi luna jamás haya estado en 1 así.

posted by Roob'n @ 5:01 PM

Untitled text message song

I don't know what to say.
It feels like it's March and I've lost you already.
As if you've gone away.
And the bridge to our long distance is too heavy.

I'm sorry! Please forgive me.
For the second month I'm driving you uneasy.
Though NO good deed redeems me!
I'm not ready for next month, for when you leave me.

I don't want to cry without you. Please be with me!
Believe me!
For the next two months, two years, I'll pay you dearly.
For the next two LIVES, I want you with me.

Please, forgive me.

-Rubén

posted by Roob'n @ 4:54 PM