#Spanish Origin Poetry

[perfectquote]

I hope that you never, not even for one second, become a secondary character in your own story.

spanish teacher

[mxria-blogs]

VIVAN como les de la p*nche gana, pero VIVAN.

[thehopefulquotes]

I hope that you never, not even for one second, become a secondary character in your own story.

spanish teacher

[surqrised]

I hope that you never, not even for one second, become a secondary character in your own story.

spanish teacher

[chintana]

Marzo 2022 aproximadamente

Salir y morir viviendo, O encerrarme y morir sin vivir, A diario lo estoy haciendo, Es claro, es lo peor para mí.

Lo que me mantiene enfermo es El miedo, el pesimismo, la duda. Quisiera no hacer nada, Ser la tierra, el sol, la luna.

Entregarme a la vida u ocultarme de ella, Jugarme al perder o ganar. Moverme, intentar cosas nuevas, O seguir aquí, sin cambiar.

[thoughtkick]

I hope that you never, not even for one second, become a secondary character in your own story.

spanish teacher

[quotefeeling]

I hope that you never, not even for one second, become a secondary character in your own story.

spanish teacher

[rovi-roman]

Versos de esos con sabor a beso

Besos de eso que acaban en versos

[stay-close]

I hope that you never, not even for one second, become a secondary character in your own story.

spanish teacher

[saintfrancesworld]

Currently filled with a strange and envious longing of those who are fluent in more than one language, who can read and write poetry in more than one language.

(Spanish is calling to me. I will answer.)

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Preocupada by Kara

Desde jovensita Se acercaba la grúa Pero la vida continua Tengo trastes en el sink Y un perro pa cuidar Con mañanas pa tomar No se parece Pero te lo juro que cada día Se acerca la grúa

[smallepics]

Spanish Moss, Lau B. || 01.29.24

@nosebleedclub January 2024 prompt #24: strangling plant.

[nightlyquotes]

I hope that you never, not even for one second, become a secondary character in your own story.

spanish teacher

[surqrised]

I hope that you never, not even for one second, become a secondary character in your own story.

spanish teacher

[floralaphrodaisiac]

Cactus Fruit

While my name is a flower

I was never meant to make

Or have the power

to create

An orchid blossom in the desert

 

Because I was supposed to

create a cactus

Nopales

Agave

Pinos y

Huizaches

 

Shifting from a gardener

to a landscaper

Transitioned to a foreigner

Where people escaped her

 

So I learned how to grow tunas.

Vegetating comestible fruit

My love feeds the roots

Bajo cada luna

Spikes emerge

Stiff and strong

Pink blushes deeper

Until

 

Someone who is courageous enough

Enticed with the fruit’s intensity

Will take a bite

Savor its complexity

And divine difficult plight

That brought it life

 

Simtulating each papillae

For a unique profile

Which another cannot replicate

In soft soils, without smiles. 

[tonyisdead-02]

Anatomy of a russian mutt.

4 pounds of flesh, bones and fur,

4 pounds of charisma, loyalty and comprehension,

1 pound of trust,

1 pound of fear.

Taken from the streets for your heart,

For that we cannot measure,

Chosen as the holy lamb,

For the sacrifice of a nation.

4 pounds of flesh, bones and fur,

4 pounds of trust, love and fear,

1 pound of cables and antennas,

1 pound of an uncomfortable suit.

Taken to a scientist's home,

With a last supper and warmth,

With laughing kids who played with you,

As a singular act of compassion.

4 pounds of flesh, bones and fur,

4 pounds of thirst, overheating and fear,

1 pound of cables and antennas,

1 pound of a space suit.

11 pounds disintegrated in the stars,

11 pounds of national guilt,

11 pounds with a name,

Laika, 11 pounds of shame.

Spanish version.

Anatomía de una mestiza rusa.

2 kilos de carne, hueso y pelo,

2 kilos de carisma, lealtad y comprensión,

Medio kilo de confianza,

Medio kilo de temor.

Recogida de las calles por tu corazón,

Por aquello que no puede medirse,

Escogida como el cordero sagrado,

Como el sacrificio de una nación.

2 kilos de carne, hueso y pelo,

2 kilos de confianza, amor y miedo

Medio kilo de cables y antenas,

Medio kilo de traje y oxígeno

Llevada a la casa de un científico,

Con una última cena y calor,

Con niños risueños que jugaron con ella,

Todo como un único acto de compasión.

2 kilos de carne, hueso y pelo,

2 kilos de sed, calor y miedo,

Medio kilo de cables y antenas,

Medio kilo de traje espacial.

5 kilos pulverizados por las estrellas,

5 kilos de culpa nacional,

5 kilos con un nombre,

Laika, 5 kilos de lealtad.