Nov 6, 2024
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Y tiene
El corazón de poeta
De niño grande, de hombre niño
De vagabundo, de mendigo
Capaz de amar con delirio
Capaz de hundirse en la tristeza
Y así lo he conocido.
En estos últimos años he vivido como si hubiera un precipicio.
Solo pasa el tiempo y yo me quedo en el mismo lugar sola, con la desesperanza y el corazón roto, tratando de cubrirlos con una capa delgada.
Vagabundeando sin envejecer como un fantasma.
Siento que estoy desperdiciando mi vida, mi tiempo, todo. Pues al final, da igual como viva, pues siempre estoy en el mismo lugar.
Qué vida más aburrida.
Ya no quiero seguir así.
No quiero seguir vagabundeando de esa manera.
Quiero volver… a vivir como entonces.
For a moment, this girl made me feel like I was the me before I was broken. But when i felt alone in the thoughts i realized i am still the person shaped by the fate of the unfortunate. I will find my solace and peace once again, and figure out who i truly am when the time to love comes.
I apologize for disappearing. Been more active on my poetry and fashion accounts.
Antes soñaba con tenerlo todo. Hoy solo sueño con llegar a casa sin perderme.
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Un vagabundo de mi pueblo murió hace algunas semanas. Siempre lo acompañaba su perrito. Cuando leí este poema de Eliseo Diego no pude evitar acordarme de ese par de seres.