Hipólito. Sin hache ni tilde

A Hipólito le gusta escribir. Es eso lo que le pasa, dijo mi abuela.

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Idle Certainty

It was only one date. A good one, I’ll say. I’ve had better.

There was an air of excitement and confusion.

Yet a week passed. Then two. The promise of happiness dissolved. Inconsistency became the rule, and hope grew elusive. Texting isn’t that time-consuming, bro.

The constant second-guessing, the need for validation, and a silent counterpart—clearly not aching for a rendezvous.

I am holding on to the idea that the promise of happiness is, in itself, happiness.

Another round of tears. Maybe two. Mourning what never was, with the idle certainty that love is not for me.

Atlanta, February 2026

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TEN YEARS

Five thousand miles is a lot of miles, and ten years is a lot of years. Uncertain of why or what for, I left when we were trying to get things right. Were we?

It’s a blur, an idealized blur. That’s what my friends say. They say I idealize you, us. What we had, what we were.

Do I?

I don’t think I’ve ever been loved by anyone else but you.

Who was I then? What made you love me?

I’d like to be that person again.

Were we perfect? Ten years is a lot of years.

Montevideo, October 2025

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I've always been afraid of the materialization of that Idea Vilariño poem.

It’s here. The time has come. It will no longer be.

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YA NO

Miami, July 2025

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The love morphed into rejection

You linger, still present,

Yet the thought of you brings pain,

Difficult to describe,

Painful to decipher.

A conundrum I cannot face,

No words enough ,

This rejection takes form,

A reality I have to face.

You're not mine,

You don't belong to him,

I wonder, who do you belong to then?

I hope you find yourself,

Though I don’t want to welcome you,

Yet, you still belong.

Funny how the heart works,

You stole it,

Had it, kept it, now you’re gone,

But a part of it remains, lingering on.

Miami, January, 2025

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Take me home

I want to go home

And it never felt better

What it was, what we had

It’s not longer there.

I wished you happiness once

I thought you found it

It doesn’t look that way.

I miss your smile

But I’ve hardly seen it

You should smile.

Please be happy

You deserve it

You should.

Chicago, September 2024

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Love, Always

We managed to overcome the challenge, and everything changed.

We decided to stay.

Now that you go, a part of me goes with you. One of the good ones, I hope.

Thank you for helping me build a home,

Where I was happy

Where I cried

Where I learned so much.

Thank you for the lessons, the tears, the smiles. The happiness. All worth it.

Love always, my friend.

B.

Miami, June 4th, 2024

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“The promise of happiness, that in the end, turned out to be the happiness itself”

- Simon Grey

Make that my epitaph.

Sometime, 2023

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Three years

Three years is a minute in a lifetime.

Three years by your side have been the joy of my life

And the pain.

Things look different when you are here. Happier.

But you’re not.

Happiness has been most elusive in three years.

And the pain most present.

A minute in pain is a lifetime.

And you’re not here.

Miami, October 2022

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Full circle

The sadness invaded my soul

This is full circle, and it hit hard.

I’m different.

You are different.

We are not us anymore

Was us ever a thing?

I hope this is full circle. It has to be.

Catskill Mountains, July 2022

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The love of your life

You met the love of your life.

I’m still waiting to feel that again.

It’s a joyful pain.

You and me? It’s been long over.

I wished once for you happiness. It’s here now.

Be happy. Be in love. Be you.

Miami, April, 2022

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I lost you

I’ve been holding into something that doesn’t exist

Maybe I needed to live through this, to realize the “never, ever” was real.

I lost you and I can’t blame you. Maybe it is my fault.

It was never real. It was a 72 hour dream.

New York, November 2021

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HOME

One day I’ll be looking through the window

And feel I’m home

Where I’m loved

Where I belong

New York, November 2021

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A year in life

How do I explain it?

It still hurts.

A year in life can feel like a century,

you are still there

Im still here, hurting, bleeding, crying.

We are still here, playing the same game,

a year in life it’s not enough to forget.

Miami, October 16th, 2021

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Fabricated

Tue truth is

I couldn’t be more grateful to have you in my life

And that’s why I can’t be with you

I’ll make you the most unhappiest person

And I’ll be the most miserable human in the world

The truth is

We live this fabricated love

Where we love each other in theory

We adore each other in practice, but that’s it.

And that’s enough

It was enough yesterday, it is enough today and it will be enough tomorrow.

Miami, September 2021

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Mirage

It felt right

It was necessary

It was beautiful

It was chaotic

It was a fantasy

It was a mirage

I’m awake now.

Los Angeles, August 2021

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REMEMBER

Remember that time when he said “never, ever”

Chicago, June 13th, 2021

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Necessary

Even when it’s not enough, it doesn’t mean that it’s not genuine.

Even when it’s not enough, it doesn’t mean that it’s not meaningful

Even when it’s not enough it doesn’t mean that is not real.

Even when you think it’s not enough, maybe it was just necessary.

San Juan, April 2nd, 2021