Ensayario

Solo te dije que necesito un abrazo, me callé todo lo que deseo

Para que el mundo no vea mi sueño

lo oculto tras el disgusto.

Imaginando que solo tú lo entiendes,

For every problem, she gives me the most unpleasant outcome,

For every complaint, she claims I've been worse (with two or three examples),

Can she be kind?

Who lives in my head?

Is it a monster to defeat?

Is it a hurt waiting to be healed?

Is it the past voices that I need to surpass?

Que atraviesan nuestra mirada

En el momento menos pensado.

Los ecos del dolor repetido,

Autoinflingido,

Cicatrices arrancadas con navaja,

Now that I want to try and reach any of them,

All are frail, tiny fractured pieces,

I cannot resuscitate them,

Y es honrar a quien acompaña mis días.

Tú vienes, haces tiradero y te vas.

Tú no supiste quedarte.

Nuestro amor es itinerante.

Calm, collected, in peace.

I shut my eyes again,

Grateful for the visit.

(here you come again)

Deseo que estés mirando

(wishing you're watching)

Sin otra razón

(no other purpose)

Que imaginarte pendiente de mis pasos

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.

Red light shines on this room.

Is it a signal of love?

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

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

Words are left unsaid

Closeness once there is lost

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.

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

I need to play around with words

Porque lo prometí

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