I know your needs and I will respect them.

I know you don't want to know anything about a new love,
I know you need your time and so I am here writing this words,
I know that you might never read this poem as you don't even understand,
I know you are busy thinking about your goals,
I know you don't need distractions and so I am here throwing all I need to say to you,
 I am trying to let it go to the universe, trying to get it out as it is burning in the inside.

I miss you so much, I remember everything in detail now,
I feel like if I had been asleep for a long time and you just woke me up,
And now that I am awaken I want to hug you, but I can't,
I want to be with you, but I understand I can't.

I just would love you to know that I am here for you,
I will support all your fights, your wishes and desires,
Indeed I don't know why I feel it is right and for that I will do it,
I will do it even if that means that I need to wait till you come to your senses.

I am doing this commitment with you, as I am doing it with me.
I don't know if I will get burn in the process but for sure I know I need this,
I need to go with the process so yes I will for you but more of all for me.
I know your needs and now it suits my needs and for that I will respect you and myselves.
I know that for some reason people don't think at this as if this was love,
but for some reason I feel that this is correct
And so I am here.

Absence

Absence.

My father did not say a thing,

My mother said it was the best.

My friends could with you,

You could with me in the deepest of my heart.

Today, I do not feel but cold in my body, 

My heart feels lonely.

Through the nights the sleeplessness is my best friend,

And through the mornings humidity is my partner all day long.

It is is thy you who has stayed,

And at the same time,

Who has left from my side, 

I don't know, What to think?

Where? Should I stay,

If I am with you, 

But beside you,

 I don't see myself anymore.

My wakefulness mind,

While my heart dies, 

In the absence thereof,

From your lips at dawn.

Before Sunrise

By Miss Vicky Caballero


Spanish Version

Breathing From You

Breathing From You.

I find myself in my bedroom jealous because you are not around with me, 

I find myself astonished among the four walls of my bedroom, 

I find myself speechless to describe what had just happened, 

Without words to explain you what you provoke in me, 

Without words to ask you what had happened?

Without words to think about this so full of love, of time and of memories. 

You make me think in all that you professed, 

You make me think that I do know the answer, 

You make me think in the air I breath, 

Air that tastes of you, 

Air that is inside of me, 

Air that comes from you. 

By Miss Vicky Caballero

Moon Bay, Oaxaca, Mexico

Respirando de Ti-Español

Situations

SITUATIONS.

Bellas Artes' Palace, Mexico 2011

Situaciones en Español

Situations that oblige you to suffer,
Situations that pull you to the limits,
Situations that put you into the edge of crying,
Situations that make you cry,
Situations that urges you to tremble,
Situations that tilt you to sadness,
Situations that move you to craziness,
Situations that cost you your freedom,
Situations that can make you....
Situations that mean your life.

Recalling

Recalling,

Popo Park's Church 2011

Recalling, I remember that one day you were the biggest desire of my soul,
Recalling, I see myself beside you planning our future,
Recalling, I know I without even being sure of wanting thy future,
Recalling, I think of you and I feel so irrational that I doubt this could have been possible someday,
Recalling, I come around to my sense and I know I was never of no ones,
Recalling, I know that things are ephemeral,
Recalling, I doubt that someday will be different,
Recalling, I don't waste the hope that some day all will change,
Recalling, the future is stupid,
Recalling, more I think it is not worth it at all what you thought about yourself in that moment,
Recalling, what I learnt is all worth it,
Recalling, what I did is lost in time,
Recalling, my attitude is heavier than your absence.

By Miss Vicky Caballero

My love, my life, my heaven

My love, my life, my heaven

How wonderful is to be willing to tell the world something so important and that the world is not there to listen.
To be so lonely with your feelings, it encourage me to shout them ever more loudly.

How ironic is to be willing to let the world know and to be part, and the only person that could hear you is without question your worse enemy. Or even worse that it is the unique person that by knowing, only by the sound of those words would be hurting him in the deepest side of his heart.

That is what I call abyss, without being able to saying nothing, you feel so much for someone but no one is there, drowning with your words in an abyss of feelings that sooner or later will burn like the warmest heat of a volcano...

Like that you provoke me my love, like that I fly during my nights, like that you make me feel when you are not around, beside my side....

I wish so much to be with you and it is so damn difficult to believe that I have just seen you....

My love, my life, my heaven is what you create each day with your words, with your looks, with your caresses and my night stays lonely, jealous of the hours I have passed beside your side, for not going further more that what the dawn would let us have, which I wish they could allow us to have one dream night, perhaps someday, I don't know if early or later, but yes, further more than what I have, I am sure I have had imagined and have had never lived.

Mi amor, mi vida, mi cielo

Mi  amor, mi vida, mi cielo.

Qué bonito es querer contarle al mundo algo tan importante y que el mundo no se encuentre aquí.

Estar tan sola con tus sentimientos, me provoca querer gritarlos aún más alto.

Qué irónico es querer que el mundo sepa y que sea, la única persona que te pueda escuchar, tu peor enemigo o peor aún que sea a la única persona que al saber, herirías más con tus palabras.

Eso es lo que yo llamo abismo, sin poder decir nada, sientes tanto por alguien pero nadie está ahí, ahogándote con tus palabras en un abismo de sentimientos que tarde o temprano arderán como la lava de un volcán…

Así me provocas mi amor, así me vuelo por las noches, así me haces sentir cuando no estás aquí a mi lado…

Deseo tanto estar contigo y me es difícil creer que apenas te vi…

Mi amor, mi vida, mi cielo lo haces cada día con tus palabras, con tus miradas, con tus caricias y mi noche se queda solitaria celosa de las horas que he pasado a tu lado por no ir más allá de la madrugada que me harían tener una noche del sueño que añoro se cumpla, no sé si tarde que temprano, pero sí, más allá de lo que he, segura estoy he imaginado y vivido jamás.