Category Archives: Poema

the abyss stared backtime stopped in aweLike an invisible raindrop that caresses the skin; a fleeting sensationnothing matters in the end; nor in the beginningthe now persists (sic), lingers quietly, undisturbed.with a notion of what’s to comeAlea iacta estand how … Continue reading

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del agua al agua

Water left its mark My veins reached to the edges As I sprouted As I bloomed into a full green leaf I felt the cold wind of the early spring caress me The dust of still sunny days pile up … Continue reading

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Smålands Anneberg

Como no pensar en tí, jode, tu universo Le absorbí. Le vi Consumí. Eras un inmenso nunca deparé poder consumirte entera Y el vacio en mi estómago No hay lleno ya nunca No estás pero siempre tendremos los 80s y … Continue reading

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entrañas

Si mi estómago hablará, diría: Hola. Qué tal, sería, de pocas palabras, no sabe funcionar bien, para serles franco, es un estómago muy taciturno, y es que su entorno es muy desquiciado. Mi cerebro lo odia. Al estómago. Son enemigos … Continue reading

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the flutter o el arrebato

I saw a fly tremble on the floor, gasping , I saw its last struggle on a shiny day on a marble floor bathed by sunlight I stopped like smelling flowers a willing witness to El arrebato a second of … Continue reading

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GT Asp

Confounded am I Sprays and allergies marked this of the year yet I find myself alone wondering ’bout them years before April is the cruelest month Elliot sayeth I mistrust This lovely February weather 2019 the sun shines the birds … Continue reading

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Frost descent 今天 · 霜降

今天 · 霜降 Frost scrapers noise invaded my realm as I tried to decipher what the early morning drew before my somnolent ears. Later That afternoon: The air was icy fresh The water cold as ice The silentwind bore small … Continue reading

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a burnt fingerprint

They say the rings in a tree tell a story I wonder what my wrinkles say I look at my fingers rings and dry cracks in my skin appear through a certain light I shy from speculation since everything changes … Continue reading

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