From A Wanderluster To The Other Lost Souls

Escucho aves cantar, y el viento correr, el tiempo se ha ido y no sé qué hacer,  amigos de fiestas, amigos del alma, todos se fueron, ya no se escucha nada. No sé qué sentir, no sé cómo extrañar, las memorias se acumulan para mi corazón arañar, veo fotografías, me siento extraño, fueron pocos meses, se sienten como un año. Viajé cientos de millas buscando hallar el amor, completé una fantasía que me alejó del dolor, chicos y chicas de a lo largo del mundo amé, unidos en una fogata es como los recordaré. Dicen que la gente va y viene, dicen que el tiempo no se detiene, pero no importa, los ojos cerraré, y en mi mente siempre los tendré. 

He wakes me up with a smile upon his face, every minute he's gone is such a waste, he makes my world shake, makes me stare, every second of my life is like a fairy tale. He is childish, joyful, kind, clumsy and strong, the kinda person that would never say i'm wrong, he is always waiting, someone I know won't leave, he is the only guy in this universe I can see. He turns me on, he cheers me up, he's the only sleeping in my lap, listening his heart beating is enough, 'cause he's the one I'll always love.

"What am I?" People from all the places had once wondered that question over and over again. Gay people do it more often. I can tell, I'm one of them. It's been a while since I think I figured out what I am and people ask me a llot of question usually aiming to the same main question: "What is it like to be gay?". There's just one answer I can give you all: it's complicated. Ever since you're a little kid the world is telling you over and over again that you have to go to college, find the perfect woman, marry her and have kids with her. But, what happens if you wake up a day and you realize you were dreaming about boys and that you cannot see the girls in a different way but as a sister? Here is where all begins. Somehow you feel like you're not doing what you're supposed to do, you feel like there's something different about you, you feel like you should fix it. And then you turn 16 or 17, all your classmates in high school have a g...