Categoría: Poesía libre

Para mí, la poesía es desnudarse arropándose de letras. Eso es lo que hago aquí.

It finds me in the house of sin

It finds me in the house of sin because why would God rescue me from anywhere else?

One day

One day, my vision will blank, and my soul will fly away. Inevitable is that day, But that day is not today.

El olor de la mañana

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Personas de la intimidad.

Maleza

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"Maleza eres", lamenta el brócoli. Sí, maleza soy, contesto desde la esquina. Pero discúlpame si no acepto tu lástima...

To look back

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To go back,to look back,to hurt again.The never-ending pain of remembering. My reckless brain awakes meand jumps back to my past,to the phase I want to bury. "Past will hunt your future," my mind says."It will all come back," she continues. I urge my imagination to drag me backto the fictitious memory of the life … Sigue leyendo To look back →