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lunes, 29 de julio de 2019

Y tú preguntas?


Quién dijo que yo fui la culpable
Seguro te escapaste por las rendijas de la ilusión
Nunca quise que ésto pasara
Fueron sólo eventos de la pasión.

Tu dijiste que sería hasta que aguantáramos
Pero ya esto no aguanta más
Pensaste que sólo era algo de carne
Y resultó ser más inmortal.

De quién fue la culpa, no se si fue tuya o fue mía
Sólo se que te quise
Sólo sé que te quiero
pero de una cosa estoy segura 
Por este amor yo no me muero...




Carmen Pacheco
lasculpasylamuertedelamorii@hotmail.com
@Erotismo10
29 de julio del 2019

lunes, 28 de mayo de 2018

CÓMO EXORCIZAR UN BELLO AMOR...



Estamos cansados de oír “El tiempo lo cura todo” pero no nos dicen, cuánto dura ese tiempo. A veces se cruzan en nuestras vidas seres que traen algo que enseñarnos, siempre es así. Nadie se acerca a ti por mera casualidad, según, existen personas, idóneas para mostrarte lo que debes aprender.


En determinados momentos renegamos de tal y cual relación, porque nos resultó con cascos ligeros o es agresivo, mentirosa, inseguro, aburrida, cansón, etc., pero si lo pensamos en frío, esa persona llegó a tu vida para sanar algo, aprender que no eres pera de boxeo, que eres lo máximo, no mejor que los demás pero si eres un ser espléndido que se merece otro tipo de relación.También llegan para que sepas cómo convivir en pareja, cómo ser tolerante, flexible, paciente, en fin, llegan para ENSEÑARNOS que no somos la última Coca-Cola del desierto pero sí muy importantes en este universo. 


Entonces, en esos momentos no valoramos a la persona en cuestión y como no está de acuerdo con lo que cada uno quiere en su vida o creen “saber” lo que necesita en su vida, lo mandamos bien largo a…. la calle, para luego andar rumiando por entre los cuartos, calles, amigos, lo mal que nos fue con esa persona y lo solo que nos sentimos.


Han oído de personas que buscan lo que seguro tienen en sus casas, ese es el síndrome del “Pájaro Azul” No valoran lo que tienen y piensan que el mundo está en el derecho de darles la oportunidad de salir a buscar lo que, según, no le dan en su hogar para luego, al regresar encontrar, que siempre lo ha tenido cerca de ellos o ellas.


Ahora aquellos que no logran sacarse de sus mentes o almas esa relación, que para ell@s era maravillosa, eso es otra cosa. Los amigos te dicen “Piensa las cosas malas que te hizo” ¿y si todo fue bueno? ¿Si se comportó como todo un gentleman en la relación? Si te hizo sentir el ser más especial del mundo con sus atenciones, que gritaban lo maravilloso que se sentía junto a ti. Cómo hacer con este tipo de personas, que aunque el tiempo pasa, no logras exorcizarlo de tu ser y comienzas a preguntarle, -Si sabías que no era para siempre, si sabías que sería un subir a la cima por poco tiempo, si entendías que no sería una relación duradera por qué te comportaste como uno de los mejores amantes, tan perfecto que es difícil olvidarte. Debiste ser un cobarde, un embustero. Por qué me trataste bien y me miraste de esa forma. Esta es la ruptura más difícil porque es la que más cuesta sacudir de tu vida. Aquí el aprendizaje, imagino que es el desapego. Sólo que somos tan occidentales, tan latinos, tan de sangre caliente, que tenemos que llevar un luto largo, tomarnos, una que otra cerveza con los amigos, mientras cantamos alguna de esas canciones para el guayabo y es cuando, quizás, sólo quizás podamos abrir, definitivamente la puerta a ese pasión que se rehúsa a irse de tu piel y ver su espalda cuando se retira de tu vida, entendiendo que no existió tal afecto, sólo un estremecimiento de glándulas, lo demás lo creo tu necesidad de amar.


Es por eso que digo que, mientras esperamos que el tiempo cure las heridas deberíamos interiorizar el por qué nos involucramos con seres que no son los correctos en nuestro día a día. También existe ese otro dicho de que “Un clavo saca otro clavo” pero se convierte en una maraña de sentimientos. Te unes a otra persona, queriendo al anterior, no siendo honesto con ella o él y mucho menos contigo. Así es que seguimos deshojando margaritas mientras llega el o la correcta.


Somos seres de luz y de amor por lo que necesitamos aprender a amarnos a nosotros y luego al que está afuera, si queda algo.


¡Ese fue mi aprendizaje!





Carmen Pacheco
@Erotismo10
28 de mayo de 2018


jueves, 30 de noviembre de 2017

A LOVE FOR CHRISTMAS IS REQUESTED....






Christmas is coming and there is loneliness
I already asked the Baby Jesus for a real love
But in my little faith I'm not sure if it will come
It will be that I am no longer in age.

A year ago, when I was arranging my little tree
My hands flew like a hummingbird in love
Musical notes came out of my throat
That impregnated the walls of the place.

At that time, it did not occur to me to ask God for a gift
I felt blessed and complete
It was enough what I had in my hands
It was mine that danced in my mind.

Maybe I should have asked for a love for me
Of those that fill you to satiety
Of which you are not afraid of illusion
But I was not ready for that gift
It came without warning
However I experienced it and I felt it in all its splendor
They were drops of happiness that ignited my soul
But what was in my hands was only salt
That dissolves in the water
That way it was extinguished.

But December is approaching
And my singing soul requests a love.
A love of those who walk the paths of life
With the freedom of the dreamer and squeeze the hand not to wake up

Today I make a request of love
Let's say it's a letter for the Child God
Waiting for the Angels and the Archangels
 Understand that ...
 I want a love for Christmas!
And send it to the Lord with haste!





Carmen Pacheco
lasculpasylamuertedelamorii@hotmail.com
@ Eroticism10
November 29, 2017

lunes, 23 de octubre de 2017

You were a vision of love...





It was a sunny afternoon. They had forecast winds and cloudy skies. The sun ignored the predictions and kept the atmosphere warm and bright.

I was walking along the boulevard of San Marino, when I saw a woman who moving at her pace. Her skirt, soft like a butterfly's wing, clung to her hips, revealing rounded buttocks, which, at the strong wobble of her hips, performed a dance like drums in the jungle. It was a delight the sight that was offered at the time but I had to cross to another corner to go to the meeting place with friends. Suddenly, a strong breeze hit the folds of her skirt and it began to flutter madly, like a flag flying. You had some boxes in your hands and you did not know what to do at the moment. The scene had become a magical and sexual experience. I could see your delicate panties that matched your blouse. They were of a black lace, very delicate, that framed exquisitely the roundness of your jewel.

You were still undecided, if you dropped the boxes or grabbed your skirt. You turned around on the spot and in that way I noticed your legs turned and delicate skin, which I thought of as an Amazon. Strong and outlined. He was certain they would take a beating from this spirited steed.

At last you decided to release the boxes and with the face red for the pain of knowing you observed to you covered your legs. In that moment I loved you.

I thought-what a pity, I would have liked to keep watching you fight the wind-when suddenly a breath of hot air was let slip between your legs and immediately, with the face decomposed delirium, gave way to the feeling that this air left you . It was as if a mouth had risen to your mountain ranges and made your whole being gleaned with pleasure. Since your hands touched those exquisite breasts like pigeons that wish to fly and without remembering where you were, you delighted in the soft and warm sensation that gave you that flash of breeze. I had been perplexed by the scene before me. He could not believe what he was sharing at the time. My hunger for man rose like a rooster in full dawn. I wanted to hug you and kiss those fleshy lips, which were in the middle of the street giving the first one that caught them. Woman i wanted to make you mine. But it all happened as fast as it started and you grabbed your boxes and kept walking as if nothing had happened. While I, behind you, I was dying to have you. You never knew my anguish, my sorrow. Only if you read these words, will you identify with them.

I ran to my house went to the bathroom  with your image in my mind. I gave free rein to my desires and for a moment y had you whole for me. Your skirt I made mine. From your breasts sprouted lilies and carnations. Greater was my feeling, when I gave vent to my fantasy and tried that honey that ran between your legs. It was a delight that I lived, until I realized that you will never know what your skirt and the wind did with this desire to make you mine.



Carmen Pacheco
lasculpasylamuertedelamorii@hotmail.com
@ Eroticism10

October 23, 2017

domingo, 17 de septiembre de 2017

THE TIME…






Only the time
With his infinite wisdom
Will make find it you
My life.


Only the soul
Recognize another soul
Only God
It will put us in tune.

No matter what happens the harvest
No matter that I have not kissed him
My hands almost fly towards you
But I understand that the moment has not come.

If my skin wrinkles
And her hair itcovere like snow
And we would not have lived our moment
Keep in mind, that neither time
In His Eternal Wisdom
Will make forget you, my life






Carmen Pacheco
lasculpasylamuertedelamorii@hotmail.com
@ Eroticism10
September 17, 2017
Author photo: Maryna Fatseyeva

martes, 29 de agosto de 2017

MAY FREE SOUL...



Someone once said to me, "When you feel the joy of being free, you will be happy." How sensible those words were.

We came to this world to learn, which at another time was not fulfilled.

Unfortunately, we are not provided with memories to be able to amend the path outlined above. On the contrary, we are thrown into life with the only hope that we have, half cultivated our hearts and in that way to be able to find the way that we left truncated and incomplete.

Sometimes it is difficult for us to take care of the calls made to us, they can be signs that are placed before our noses and at other times they are sensations that warn us that we should or should not do. Such is our self-centeredness that we believe we are the ones who direct our lives and fall back into the same error as before. If we listened to the intuitions and we were silent a little, surely we would hear beyond what our human ears can translate. We could hear falling from a leaf, the noise made by a child's tear, when it explodes in those sad eyes, or the silent conversation of two lovers in the distance, who without words can be heard. Also the dying of the day and the sound of the dawn. That way we could find the end of the thread of our skein.

Freedom, what it is to be free. Many think that talking about freedom is to do what we want, say what we want, eat what we like, etc. Today I understood that this is not true freedom.

Sitting on the sofa in my house, alone and in silence, I realized that I was free. My mind has reached a level of calm and tranquility. She is silent and perceiving the sound of life.

The movement of the world I know it and many times I am affected situations that occur in it but are not able to scare the serenity and when that happens I turn to me and breathe looking for the peace that I finally got.

¿Easy?  Is not easy. There is still much to go but I have imposed a way of life and I would like to follow it to see how far it takes me.



Carmen Pacheco
Lasculpasylamuertedelamorii@hotmail.com
@ Eroticism10

August 29 2017

sábado, 19 de agosto de 2017

MIS AMANECERES...









Entre tu café y mis mañanas. 

Entre mis mañanas y tu sonrisa. 

Entre tu sonrisa y mis te quiero. 

Entre mis te quiero y tus besos.

Entre tus besos y mis ganas.


Se ha formado un círculo vicioso.


Todas las mañanas...






Carmen Pacheco
@Erotismo10
19 de agosto de 2017

jueves, 3 de agosto de 2017

DISTANCE BETWEEN TWO SOULS...





She frail and scared
He bold and fearful
Both give themselves to the sweet dream of love
She is naive and modest
He avid and determined.

The game has started, let the contestants come out
Two beings from miles away are yearning
And unknowingly they start the most exciting dance ever performed
Their arms are intertwined, their tongues are stabbed
Your saliva emerges as a healing spring
That lubricates their throats quiet for love.

In the distance a cat moans a sensual melody
His purring makes his partner come out to meet him
He takes her, with his sharp teeth, by the nape
She gasps with pleasure.

Their hands fly like bats at night
Only the radar of their desires allows them to feel their sexes
He stands on his back
She arches under her hips.

There is a distance separating them
There is a lot of desire to feel the skin
In the distance a clock gives its twelve strokes
It reminds them that time has passed.

She frail and scared
He bold and fearful
Both with a single desire in the soul
But with the saddest certainty of what can not be.


Carmen Pacheco
@Erotismo10
3 de agosto del 2017



jueves, 30 de junio de 2016

TU DESNUDEZ…




Mientras más cerca estoy, más pierdo tu comienzo.


Mientras más lejos estás, más me acerco a tus cimientos.


Mientras más mueves tu redondez, más me inclino a tu pureza.


Mientras más te siento aquí, más humedeces mi conciencia.








Carmen Pacheco
lasculpasylamuertedelamorii@hotmail.com
@Erotismo10
30 de junio de 2016