Tímida
Solo te dije que necesito un abrazo, me callé todo lo que deseo
Para que el mundo no vea mi sueño
lo oculto tras el disgusto.
Imaginando que solo tú lo entiendes,
que lo sabes y también lo callas.
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Tímida
Solo te dije que necesito un abrazo, me callé todo lo que deseo
Para que el mundo no vea mi sueño
lo oculto tras el disgusto.
Imaginando que solo tú lo entiendes,
que lo sabes y también lo callas.
I live hostage to a restless mind,
For every problem, she gives me the most unpleasant outcome,
For every complaint, she claims I've been worse (with two or three examples),
Can she be kind?
Who lives in my head?
Is it a monster to defeat?
Is it a hurt waiting to be healed?
Is it the past voices that I need to surpass?
Or is it a blessing in disguise?
Qué son los fantasmas sino ecos del pasado
Que atraviesan nuestra mirada
En el momento menos pensado.
Los ecos del dolor repetido,
Autoinflingido,
Cicatrices arrancadas con navaja,
Sangre fluye donde las lágrimas no bastan.
My dreams were about dreams dreamt by other dreamers,
Now that I want to try and reach any of them,
All are frail, tiny fractured pieces,
I cannot resuscitate them,
as it was not my own breath the one that gave them life.
Una simple razón tuve para dejarte,
Y es honrar a quien acompaña mis días.
Tú vienes, haces tiradero y te vas.
Tú no supiste quedarte.
Nuestro amor es itinerante.
Y yo - yo merezco amor del que se da a diario.
You appear in my dreams,
Calm, collected, in peace.
I shut my eyes again,
Grateful for the visit.
And murmur a blessing in your general way.
Y vuelves a aparecer
(here you come again)
Deseo que estés mirando
(wishing you're watching)
Sin otra razón
(no other purpose)
Que imaginarte pendiente de mis pasos
(just to imagine that you still think about me)
On writing ideas
My mind races. Ideas come and go, I can barely hold onto them the time that is needed to get a good sight and work around the edges.
The longer I sustain a topic, the bigger possibility to grow bored of it.
Is it a discipline fault? Or a deformity due to being used to hold more than two ideas at the same time? Or is it a unique ability?
In the final moment of the sun,
Red light shines on this room.
Is it a signal of love?
Or the imminent death of my ideal of you?
Offerings placed at the feet of whomever has any bright stone to give
After a bow, the gaze rises, expecting at least a nod
Cold and anger extends as a realization sets in
No sign, no stones are thrown back
Gathering my few drops of spirit, I smile and leave.
Being a loner walker represents
That each connection is meant to end
Due to dehydration,
Clawed by misunderstandings,
Prey of diseases.
If it grows back it is never the same
Eyes that have seen other realities
Matching interests now collide
The pool of patience is dry
The union thread is brittle.
Being a loner walker includes
To love the company of a friend
For however long it remains.
Minutes go to waste
Words are left unsaid
Closeness once there is lost
A vacant space - in search of a new friend.
I dreamt about you
The fragile balance between your cold eyes and your high cheekbones,
The deadly sideways smile,
Your hand grabbing my hand and placing a small kiss on the back.
And how in those moments I allowed myself to believe your love was real.
The world is full of lies
About what is important and what is not
They say that love should be a spark
They say that a poem needs to rhyme
When we come to find love in all places
And find poems in false cadence
Antes de adormecerme
I need to play around with words
Porque lo prometí
Because it has been fun
I am in love with words
Words that I read and hear and see
Each word carries an entire world inside
And in a poem I can find a world collision
Sometimes it's a thunderstorm
On rare occasions, the birth of a new thought
I wish I was skilled at words like that