domesticated primate

into the hidden rooms

where your shadow lingers?

There,

You are many

a thousand silhouettes flickering

in borrowed lanterns.

Tell me, which one is you?

Are they your truth

or grains of your being,

cast into the wind,

melted by longing

into small pieces of glass

that reflect and distort

all at once?

Each heart that holds you

is also a mirror of itself.

So they keep you

not as you are,

but as they were

when they knew you.

And there, you remain

unchanging, unmoving,

a story sealed in stillness,

rigid with memory,

bent by feeling.

Until the path crosses again…

if fate even allows it

And if it does,

you will arrive as someone new

while they still hold

the ghost of who you were.

por un día

donde tus acracias

duraran una vida,

y que la vida

por fin

Y tu nombre sigue pegado a mis labios Secos, muriendo de sed Pero aún acurrucados por el sabor

The sky keeps you each night; while my arms learn the language of empty rivers.

When I look at the stars, I see only us: what once burned forever, now scattered.

Y como tú carita esquiva las brisas de los años.

Enséñame el ardor de tu fuego, Si me quemo no hay problema.

Circling, With you or without you

Your light surrounds me, Never held, never gone.

What lesson remains to a heart that has learned your shape?

Listen, this is my madness finally learning to speak.

It drips on the heart It seeps in my sleep Eyes swollen in weeps

How fortunate I am I can feel you

I am alive

Each thought of you fleeing to the skies with him, staying in foreign rooms, breathing the air of distant nights where I was not, it drove a stake through the calm I pretended to possess.

I only wanted to be the garden you returned to after wandering deserts of faces and voices not mine.

Perhaps you will call it immaturity,or that modern phrase, toxic masculinity

But I tell you, I admit, I carried within me,the very doubts of what it meant to be a man.

Where we lay in bed, where I learned to be your loyal fiend.

Where I quietly learned the way you loved, and wondered why you made me so happy. wanting to know every detail of you,

This road, see its carved with scars

I can count them, deeper than the ones on this toiled body

Please drive slow, there’s a hell waiting for me

I am in no rush to burn

To feel that the one last piece of me left with you, and now solitude returns

The one that’s always cradled me, no matter the happiness, no matter the moons circling around me.