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Sandra Cisneros, from Loose Woman: Poems; "I Am on My Way to Oklahoma to Bury the Man I Nearly Left My Husband For"
Porque no eres mío, ni yo soy tuya.
No eres mío, y me niego a ser tuya.
Sayat Nova, from Anthology of Armenian Poetry, ed. & tr. by Diana Der Hovanessian and Marzbed Margossian; "I traveled the world"
¿Algún día buscare algo real?
¿Me cansaré de dar vueltas?
¿Tendré ganas de darle sentido a las cosas?
Sentir que el tiempo tiene que invertirse, y no solo disfrutarlo.
¿Algún día perderé esto que aún me da paz?
Ya no querré ser solo yo,
Necesitare de alguien más.
Alguien que pueda amar, alguien que me quiera amar.
Algún día,
¿Tambien tendré que emprender mi busqueda por el amor?
¿Habrá perdido ya su camino a mi?
Tengo prisa por verte y olvidar.
Por sentir tu piel y olvidar mi ser.
Lo he perdido todo.
Ese deseo...
Por amar y ser amada.
Linda Pastan, from Waiting for My Life: Poems; "What We Want"
[Text ID: "and in the morning / our arms ache. / We don't remember the dream, / but the dream remembers us."]
I feel miserable,
But at least I’m not tired.
The thread im holding is thick
But I still feel like falling.
Hang in there…
The sun will come…
Will make me sweat…
And I might fall.
If I’m strong enough
I’ll be here till winter comes
It will froze my hands
Break my skin
And I will again
Fall.
RED
Today you talked to me while wearing a red T-shirt.
For years I´ve been putting all my hatred on that color.
But today, I remembered the color of my blood. I discovered blood still shows on my brown skin cheeks. I felt my heart pounding and screaming: "IM RED TOO".
Now I can´t stop thinking about this feeling, these red butterflies you gave me.
Whatever happens, happens...
But without a doubt, I will be forever grateful for how you transformed my hatred into hope.
Temo decirle a mi conciencia
Lo que siento por ti.
Me concentro en pensar
lo bonito que es querer;
Lo bonitas que son,
estas mariposas…
Que sin saber me das.
Quédate un rato,
No tengas miedo a este espacio.
Pensar en olvidarte me ponía incomoda, tensaba mis nervios y mi estomago.
Lo cierto fue que te olvide con coraje.
Permití que tu recuerdo se desvaneciera como helado en primavera. Y te deje ir.
Hoy mi corazón se levanto cobarde.
Por qué un día esto sea cierto 🤞🏾✨
Fleabag | 2x06
It hurts...
To think that "it´ll pass"
That the warmth I feel right now ... will pass
That every time I love...
will eventually "pass".
This is the part of change that I don´t like.
Is pain the foundation of every feeling?
things pass and I go back to pain...
which eventually pass
and come back
and I´m lost again.
Some things should stick forever.
i dont know exactly how to articulate this in a way other people havent but everything is too fast now. 24/7 news cycle, online focuses that last for hours instead of months or years, songs written just so ten seconds can go viral. movies and books churned out to meet some nebulous income quota. idk. im motion sick
you know when you watch an older movie and its actually edited well. like the shots are long and the cuts are spaced and you can actually breathe....yeah