Modelo de carta informal

I woke up that morning, feeling dizzy: consequence of my eternal insomnia. Lucky me, that night I had been able to accomplish about two hours of full sleep. Despite the dizziness, a light happiness invaded my chest. As the morning ritual went by (wash your face, comb your hair, wash your teeth, get ready to take a shower) I was able to remember that, during my two hours sleep, I had had an actual dream. There was no doubt of it. The memory seemed so tangible:

I remembered you, I remembered the other characters, I remembered feeling alive (which is a scary thought, considering I was in fact, dreaming), I even remembered parts of my dream. Some of them should not be told here, but I’m bursting, I’m really bursting.

It is not very poetic to say: Well, I actually dreamt of us having sex. But here’s the REAL DEAL: I don’t give a fuck anymore. I’ve been so much time inside myself, I’ve spent so much time inside this walls, that I just think I don’t care anymore. Words, I’ve been all tied to them; you, it’s safe to say I’ve been all tied to you too. But now, after all this time, I guess I’m no longer tied. Get real ready: I’m sick of breathing safely, relying only in dreams to build happiness or whatever that shit is called. I’m coming to get you.

I declare myself untied.

Forgot to tell you: I got a job. By the end of September I should have enough money to take us both away for a whole weekend.

Lots of love.

Unacanción

Soñé que soñaba.
Que la tarde era eterna,
y tus ojos de miel,
empapaban mi sombra,
y empañabas mi soledad
con tu aliento.
Tu espalda era infinita
y en tu labio inferior,
me guardabas un beso
para cada mañana.
Soñé que soñaba a ser feliz.