I plan on adding more if i can edit multiple times, there are poems in english AND spanish.
Here are two for now.. (*/ω\)
1. “Las flores de mi consuelo”
Tuve una pesadilla
Donde mis ojos, como de carmín, estaban
Donde el sonido ya no era melodioso
Donde las telas en las que se acurrucaba mi cuerpo ya no eran sedosas y plácidas
Me levanté sudando y llorando, pues era horrible pensar
¿Dónde estaban mis lirios?
¿Dónde estaban mis rosas?
¿Dónde estaban mis suaves camelias blancas y mis magnolias?
Estaba cegado en ese laberinto sombrío y nauseabundo
Tanto que no me di cuenta de que ya no estaba en ese sitio
Sino que estaba entre tus pétalos hospitalarios que me abrazaban con amparo junto a pequeños brillos
No cabe duda de que la tormenta ha acabado y las flores se estremecen entre mis brazos con bienestar
pues el jardín que buscaba era la musa que me mimaba, a la cual un millón de cartas yo le he dedicado.
2. “Untitled”
Waiting for the cycle to start again
To grow and plant my seeds
To grow and watch the rest turn to dust and others to start to be born yet again.
i wake up from death.
To be reborn, to plant my seeds.
To plant them with everyone and try and stop the cancer on my cells
To stop them from turning brown
To stop them from getting dry.
Just hearing the air and feeling the sun burn
It gives me the energy to rise again
And the worms squirming against my skin
To feed them and them to feed me
And the worms to whisper softly in my ear before floating to the void waiting for someone to feel and to see.
After all i have shortly explored
And after all the bombs that i have exploded in my roots
Ill wait for someone to plant me in another place again.
And to water me and throw me up in a field of fertilizer
And grow and plant my seeds in another forest
and twirl my branches in another stone and to drown them in myself
until someone cuts them and i twirl in another stone yet again.
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