Friendships

It was not unreachable

It was not even hard

I was just there

Waiting for me to tell you that I want

That I wanted to share a good part of me with her

That very possibly we would build beautiful memories

That with pleasure we would remember


But I stopped

Not because he did not deserve it

Not because it stopped being elegant

Not because I could not fulfill my expectations

Not because something could spoil the possible

Not because he lacked beauty

Not because it was not accepted



I just stopped

Waiting for something to happen that tipped the balance

Something that induced me to tell her that I love her

A clumsy push that made the obvious possible

Or a simple initiative of yours

An adequate time


It was only necessary to touch the subject once

And between waiting and lack of initiative

The days passed

And friendship was strengthened

Conversations became more widespread

And the confidence increased

Up to the point of being good friends

Something like my confidant of passage

My cloth of tears

My film partner

My disc friend

While this was happening

I sensed how the possibility of being something more than friends was moving away

We had already lied

Confessing only friends

Loyal friendship

Drawers of mutual secrets


It was already part of my past and my present

Just as I was part of your past and your present

There was already history between us

There was already an excuse for not happening

He already told me about another

I pretended interest in other

Little by little I resigned myself to not having her



And one day it happened

He told me that he had the man of his life

He introduced me to the man of his life

He invited me to share with the man of his life

I saw her fall in love with the man in her life

I had to get away from the man in his life

I lost her for the man of her life

Then he came back without the man of his life

I still with your memory

Regretting what has never happened

She considering me her friend

Me confessing his lover

It was when I run away blaming myself for indolent

Judging all men equally

And losing forever.

Loving each other alone

Sometimes I think you love me

that in your heart is the desire to play that we love

the desire to know "what would it have been if ..."

the "what if we try"

Sometimes I want it to happen

Sometimes I feel that I love you

and it's hard for me to be by your side and prevent my heart from dreaming of feeling mine

Sometimes I feel like I miss you

how they miss loved ones

How could a sailor miss the ocean

so in a bit sour

I miss you with pain and with desire

and I wonder if there was a signal that I did not see

if there really was a possible between us

if not only are dreams and feelings twisted

It hurts to know that there is always a reason to invent an excuse

sometimes I feel so close and so mine

I feel that you give me the right to steal a kiss

you call me with your eyes and with the words that are never said

I feel like it is being asked by the beating of your heart

sometimes that nervous smile that does not distinguish the phone tells me

and even that impersonal evasive that traces the borders and limits

that make me feel so strange and uncomfortable

Sometimes I prefer to run away

for fear of discovering that I love you

for fear it's true that you love me

it is better not to reach certain peaks

to see us slaves of our heart

although it prevents happiness from touching our doors on the same day