I AM SO COLD

Homage to women who die day by day killed 

by those who love in outbursts of fury, 

possession and jealousy, without even 

giving them time for to understand 

what happens.

That day we were going to start over. 

I promised me to forget all and 

we were going to give us 

a opportunity for a start again. 

I don't know why I'm so cold...

Ten years is a long time. 

Two children are many dreams. 

the time and the righteous motives 

to see to mature and flourish our desire.

I don't know why I'm so cold...

I came to tell you that nothing else matters. 

Only you, just me and our children. 

I waited with impatience and affection

I don't know why I'm so cold...

I dressed like I didn't do it so long ago. 

I painted my lips, I painted my eyes, 

dyeded my hair, and I summoned you to hide 

to tell you that I still love you.

I don't know why I'm so cold...

When I arrived at the hotel, the room was empty 

but I felt your presence and your scent. 

I closed my eyes and to hope for your strong kiss, 

then I felt a deep, dark noise

And from that moment I am so cold ...

They covered me with white roses 

They managed me with orange blossoms hair 

The children cried over my cold hands 

and with pain they gave me their last kiss.

And to think that I was just going 

to tell you how much I love you ...

P/D:

A tragic fact of femicide occurred last night at about 10:40 pm in Miami Dade, when a man identified with the initials AR Zapata killed his wife, with a firearm.

The police arrived at the place, alerted by the Hotel manager. Upon reaching the place where the facts were developed, the policemen found the victim's lifeless body and the severely injured perpetrator in an attempt to take his own life.

Relatives of the couple indicate that the decedent would have quoted her husband to converse after two months of separation. The couple leaves two children of 13 and 6 years, who in this moments are with the maternal grandparents affected by a serious Schock.

The case now it is in the hands of justice.

The child of water and salt

I walked with my little feet stony streets.

Life was a constant struggle for survival with dignity

I grew up playing eat later and light me up with the moon.

I lived apart from the world and for not miss him I imagine one

I dreamed in the balconies where the air was absent

I Would one day be free and could see other skies with different clouds

I wanted to travel and see beyond, meet other colors and flavors

Sea crossing bars that imprison my childhood.

Then I got on a raft, and full of dreams, I went to sea

At night I went furtively embraced at hope of flying

They were only ninety miles which had to cross

And I went off into the darkness dreaming of a better awakening.

The warm and humid night was broken off in incandescent rays

and with the passing of the hours he began to climb the sun

The sea became a huge dream blue dance hall

My raft danced to a subdued pace during that first day ... hardly dared.

For the second dawned punished by trade winds

While a furious rain foiled clean sticks and ropes

He had to survive by becoming one with the lumbers ramshackle

And I finished browsing, tied my skinny little body to the wood.

The water ruthless punished for each flank and I wobbled exhausted

the mooring were released and my hands went numb by cold and horror

Then I looked to the depth where my friends were waiting for me.

I saw them dance, laughing, running, and pilgrimage in an ocean without limits.

Then I let go slowly and I went with them at playing

I became waves and foam, songs and homesickness

I turned blue as the ocean dwelling in a world without borders

I'm not Cuban, or immigrant, I am not rafter, nor am I wandering

I am a child of salt and water, of waves, ridges and breakers

Who roams a world that not could protect him

The brightness of your eyes

Sometimes, in the evenings, when the sun is hiddeing 

and the sea breeze plays to dishevel me, 

so I close my eyes to meet me with your gaze.

I cannot know what has the brightness of your eyes 

that like a lighthouse guides my body to your arms

And when finally the Light announces a new morning 

I want to know if you're still there looking at me 

then the brightness of your eyes expires the dawn. 

What has the brightness of your eyes that never ceases? 

has the reflection of your love in the eyes.