...A Pocas Palabras

The voice in my head Pleaded to give him space And so I did. Through the windows of my eyes I saw him leave, Just slowly… The voice in my head was right; I'm not speaking to it anymore. © 2015 Grecia Albornoz La voz en mi cabeza Rogó que le diera espacio Y así lo hice. A través de las ventanas de mis ojos Lo vi partir, Poco a poco… La voz en mi cabeza tenía razón; Ya no le hablo más. © 2015 Grecia Albornoz

He’s gonna leave... To return to loneliness, He’ll leave. Over differences and mistreats, He’ll leave To miss... Me. © 2013 Grecia Albornoz ----------------------------------- Se irá... Para regresar a la soledad Se irá, Por diferencias y maltratos, Para extrañarme, Se irá. © 2013 Grecia Albornoz

Ya no diré más que te extraño Porque no me dará los días que te ausentas. Ya no diré más que quiero oírte Porque no me dará las conversaciones que me debes; El tiempo no se compensa a sí mismo... Sólo elonga las despedidas. Ya no diré más que me haces falta, Porque no vale la pena . © 2013 Grecia Albornoz

"Man's love is of man's life a part; it is a woman's whole existence" Lord Byron You love me with your boyish heart And I love you with my woman´s heart. Something must go wrong at some point; Yours or mine. © 2013 Grecia Albornoz

C aracas is the city of sex but not of romance. Why to bother? You may think. We don’t have time nor we want to. Our lives are shorter now. Shorter than they used to be. And romance implies foreseeing it; Taking time to dream about it. We don’t have the time, nor we want to. © 2012 Grecia Albornoz

If I were a regular woman, we would do regular things. Our relationship would be regular. As everybody else’s. Normal. I wouldn’t regret it if normal wasn’t all we need, Sometimes. © 2012 Grecia Albornoz

I’M A SERIOUS PERSON AND A SERIOUS PERSON ALRIGHT. YOU’RE A FUNNY PERSON, ALRIGHT. YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS, RIGHT? FUN.... WON’T LAST.... NOT MUCH. (That’s right.) © 2012 Grecia Albornoz

The day you didn’t call I went to bed early; and I had the chance of not doing so. I went home and made myself a cup of coffee. I convinced myself I was alone. I closed my bedroom door, played some music, and turned my cellphone off.... That day you didn’t call. © 2011 Grecia Albornoz