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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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)

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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?

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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?

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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.

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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.

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Minutes go to waste

Words are left unsaid

Closeness once there is lost

A vacant space - in search of a new friend.

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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.

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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

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Antes de adormecerme

I need to play around with words

Porque lo prometí

Because it has been fun

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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

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Everyone seems to know where their childhood happiness came from

I don't

I just recently am allowing to feel lighter feelings

Like a slow day at work Or the pleasure of trying a new recipe

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There was a girl who thought she didn't matter

There was a girl who fought hard to be as close as enough as possible

There was a girl who believed that if she was enough she would be loved

I see that girl and I say gently:

You are enough. You are loved. We are safe.