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Estrés

Ya no amaba más ser profesor
y fue entonces justo después de que lo descuartizo que se dio cuenta de que 
todos los trozos volaban de un lado para otro
miraba sus manos teñidas de esa tinta roja  y luego 
con el cuchillo en la mano tajo y tajo
ese olor nauseabundo del chiquillo, de su transpiración, y entonces
palabras incoherentes se juntaban entre la boca y el papel
esas miradas que le ponían los pelos de punta y esas horribles lagrimas y
entre el olor a huevo cocido y a papel y lápiz que salía del salón 
ese dolor de cabeza, hoy lo haría cometer una locura porque
ese examen tan lleno de errores solo merecía ser destruido.

Leer de abajo para arriba y viceversa. 

2023

Back to life

From the ashes where no leave seemed to be left to burn

When the corpse was decomposing,

The ground dried,

And Thirst and hunger had vanished

Came a golden armor warrior

Strong words for sleeping souls

Gently touch and misty- melting voice.

The whole earth trembled

and the fainted lioness awoke to the presence of the burning-fire light coming out from within.

I cant conceive a better resurrection of the mind and the body all in one.

Dreams

Dreams of your lips

Taste of your skin

Hunger of touch

Thirst of your breath.

 

I want to play in the open

With your kiss being the chosen

Fingers lingering through my soul

I want to see the stars while in you

 

Yes, I am a woman

Full of desires, dreams, and needs

Yes , I am a woman

Eager to speak, to let out

and yes, you are a man

Also with fears, with doubts and with pain

Eager to win, ready to cry.

 

Dreams of your warmth

In the shape of a tear

The day one let go

The journey begins. 

Providence

I miss the stars that I saw in your eyes,

The smoke coming out of your lips,

The warm coming out of your soul,

What am I going to do if you are not here anymore?

The empty space in the chair

The empty seat in my room

The soundless rooms in my sight

Is desire and lust what kept us together?

was this just an angels’ joke?

Providencia

Extraño las estrellas que veía a través de tus ojos

El humo que salía de tu boca

Lo tibio de tu alma

¿Qué hare ahora que no estás aquí?

El espacio vacío en la silla

El espacio vacío en mi cama

El silencio caminado en los cuartos

¿Era solo deseo lo que nos unía?

¿Es acaso una burla del cielo y solo por eso es la vida misma quien nos separa?

Travel

Time is a countless clock

like a suffocating vibe

It comes and goes

but it never really moves

like a steady rock  I thought love was

like a  badass heart I thought I had

you came and left

you never really were, you never really moved

only time will tell

with a soundless scream

if my love really was

like the steady rock I think it is

like the loyal one you think I am

just when the time arrives

will we then realize

the kind of love

that was really right for us .