Andulka
styofa doing anything
occasionally subtle
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Origami Around
titsay
sheepfilms
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almost home
Sweet Seals For You, Always
YOU ARE THE REASON
todays bird
Misplaced Lens Cap
trying on a metaphor
if i look back, i am lost
dirt enthusiast
Not today Justin
Discoholic 🪩
tannertan36
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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@ciscandocinza
The pandemic With everything that came after, it was a lapse of forgotten time And not lived Who cries at a number in the statistics In statistics The water that drags everything
No Lar. 06. Pandemia con todo o que aconteceu despois
foi lapso de tempo esquecido, non vivido. Quen chora a un número da estadística na estadística auga que todo arrastra.
Humans burning in the East Chest-beating megalomaniacs shouting without rhyme or reason The involution is here humans looking in the West not seeing they let everything pass it will be too late the fire is spreading
No lar. 05. Humanos que no Oriente arden megalómanos batendo no peito berrando de razón chea. Xa chegou a involución humanos que no Occidente miran non ven deixan pasar tarde acordarán Esténdese o lume
No lar. 04. Remuíño que te submerxe no burato de afogar as penas.
Whirpools that engulf you where you go to drown your sorrows.
Hoy hace 13 años que llegué a Tumblr. 🥳
No lar. 03. Hai tanto tempo que o mar non vexo que igual xa non é da mesma cor.
It’s been so long since I saw the say that it may have changed colours by now.
No lar. 02.- Indo onde os que xa se foron.
Going where they have already gone.
No lar. 01.- Colorinchos.
For a fake lighthouse to guide us through the true light
in the calm waters of the sea loches.
Que un falso faro nos guíe polo camiño certo da luz
nas augas mansas das rías.
I keep pushing myself so I don't fall.
However, rocks are being attached to my feet, bigger and bigger each time.
I burn my credit cards, the first step towards non-existence.
It's been a while since I existed.
They killed my humanity in that attack with unbalanced figures.
Now I am.
Now I am not.
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Vou tirando de min para non deixarme caer.
Pero cada vez poñen máis pedras, penduradas dos meus pés.
Incinerei as tarxetas bancarias, o primeiro paso cara a invisibilidade.
Fai tempo que xa non son.
A miña humanidade asasinárona naquil ataque de números descadrados.
Agora estou.
Agora non.
I’m so alone I’m so lonely When… You are not with me All I’ll ever do for you will always be insignificant It will always be… Nothing. Light points guiding me through the dark. And now I’m here. We are.
Que só son Que só estou Cando… Ti non estás Todo aquilo que faga por ti sempre será ínfimo sempre será… nada. Puntos de luz guiándome na absoluta escuridade. E aquí estou. Estamos.
Fear.
I succumb to fear. My words get lost. Your absence takes me to already lived, already drunk, times where you had left me. Your abscence, just to imagine it, is not living.
Medos.
Pódeme o medo a perderte secuéstrame as palabras a tua ausencia; lévame a tempos xa vividos e bebidos onde me atopaches a tua ausencia; somente imaxinala... non vivir é.
Hoy hace 12 años que llegué a Tumblr. 🥳
Every time you smile at me.
One moment more into infinity.
In a life supposed to be finite.
Presenza
Cada vez que me dás un sorriso
un intre máis no infinito.
nunha vida disque… finita.
Moments
Moments before many other moments When you have to go Painful beating Always, always a beating Never less painful than the time before the last one Pain measured through time Time measured through absence An absence that is always there You can aleyas can come back,
But you cannot be sure about it
Intres antes de moitos intres
Cando te has de ir
Latexo doloroso
sempre, sempre un latexo
nunca menos doloroso que a pénultima vez.
unha dor que se mide en tempo
un tempo que se mide en ausencia
unha ausencia permanente
sempre hai volta
pero nunca total certeza.
Good times
Translated from a @ciscandocinza photo
Sky
My daughter has a dog. I don’t, but he has me. He always had me fooled, letting me think I was free of him. But he has me so close, so really really close, without letting me know. Poor me. Cortazar’s clock.
A miña filla ten un can, Sky. Eu non, pero o can tenme a min, sempre me tivo enganado facéndome sentir unha liberdade sen ataduras E eu atadiño ben atadiño sen sentilo. Pobre humano. O reloxio de Córtazar.
Poemas pendurados dun fio. Día da marmota.
The night arrives and, with it, sleepiness. To sleep. BUT Dreams, nightmares that are the rest killers. To wake up. Tomorrow, to repeat again.
Chega a noite
e o sono peta nas pálpebras
Dormes
OU NON
Somos
pesadelos que asasinan descanso
despertar
e mañan será o día da marmota.
