The real ones

There's something about the girls in the movies that I do not believe in

I do not know if it's their look

or their smile

I still do not understand it

but I do not believe the desperate steps for them and the demanding kisses

they can’t buy me with a love of movies

because they are not real,

they are not the ones I've seen chasing males

the ones I've seen laugh while they cry

and shout with the low voice

and the ones I see are fictions of the mind of a stranger of women

because the ones I know make mountains tremble and the sea returns to caress their feet

and they are the ones who pray and ask for one more opportunity

they are hysterical but they are funny

and they are your biggest challenge, they are not your frustration.

And I still cannot fully explain it, but those women I do not love, nor do I aspire, these women are not the ones I know, they, my women, the ones I know, walk in zig zag with a half of a broken heart.

T.M.