(…) Y bajo el calor del sol,
roja como una manzana,
tenderé mi cabellera
para cerrarte la boca.
Si tú acaso me besaras,
nunca nadie lo sabría,
pues debajo del sombrero,
¡eso a quién puede importarle!
Flor azul | Mihai Eminescu
Oh muros de mi sed, aquellos muros
que no sé si existieron a mi lado;
bebí en ellos soledad de siglos,
luz funeraria, fríos alusivos.
Oh muros de mi sed, aquellos muros.
Triste ejercicio el de invadir la niebla
por ámbitos inciertos, declinando.
Atravesé desconocidos puentes
en el amanecer de los faroles.
Triste ejercicio el de invadir la niebla.
Balada triste | María Elena Walsh
Te buscaba en la sombra. Lentamente surgía
tu mirada lejana, leve flor de horizontes.
Era clara, serena….Con amor la sentía
transitar el camino de mis ojos insomnes.
Campanario de lluvia | Maruja Vieira
¡Mujer, mujer! Mi, corazón de fuego,
de amor no sabe la palabra santa,
pero palpita en el supremo ruego
que vengo a sollozar ante tu planta.
¿No sabes que por sólo las delicias
de oír el canto, que tu voz encierra,
cambiara yo, dichoso, las caricias
de todas las mujeres de la tierra?
Adoración | Manuel María Flores
grand daddy purple ♡
The Earth moves 108,000 km/h around the Sun and I look at you; we smile at the same speed. We look into each other’s eyes at the same speed. Our hearts beat at the same speed and you and I move at the same speed.
We are holding on at the same speed.
You are looking at me concerned for our memories, that they are in danger of being lacerated and mangled from us. From all existence.
There is nothing you can do, we are just holding on.
As your hands slip through mine at the same speed, it feels like the world has stood still.
Everything has forced our hands as they are torn apart.
Centimetres from calamity, a persistent and vile heartache.
Our relationship exposed all at once.
All at the same speed.
The sunset reflects from your irises
Like a bellowed coal, cupped in pyro’s hands
The glow warms your cheeks
And lets little fires alight in my belly
Paint your golden visage in the dictionary
Under “radiance” or “Helios”
And I’ll supply enough kindling for all of time
Even if I have to burn the very last page
Of all these words I’d write
Maureen Armstrong @haikkun
The absence of the touch is what resounds.
Axon for axon, we are strung, we are
A kind of neurological guitar
A star has strummed to music. Our musician
Has touched us once, gone quiet now to listen–
Is this mind flat or sharp? How well’s it tuned?
The absence of his hand is opportune.
His famous silence proof we have his ear.
Reverberation needs the aisles clear,
And rumination needs some room to roam.
If he were here, these rhymes would stay at home,
And all that’s hard and hardest-won in us
Be obviated by the obvious.
Have your hosannah, I prefer the hush.
Check the acoustics in this empty hall.
Not the faintest echo when you call.
In light of your example, I hereby forsake
(not wanting to duplicate)
the paisley, polarized shades I have wanted to buy for some months
(now on sale at Rite Aid)…
Abandoning these worldly goods
(I sincerely trust)
will also mean the giving up of dust in all its forms: dandruff, worry, shame,
In truth, Francis, there many things I’d like to lose.
I’m not to be singled out after all.
So I was just chilling next to an ambiguous statue and a nice smol bee friend just flew directly into my bag? And now he’s just chilling on a blade of grass with me? Not being aggressive or anything just vibing on a grass?
I was not aware that I could summon bees?
They have their day and cease to be:
They are but broken lights of thee,
And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
“Umaga na sa ating duyan
‘Wag nang mawawala
Umaga na sa ating duyan
Magmamahal, oh mahiwaga”
I know you are well familiar with the title and the lyrics, yes, it’s our song. It has been my song and our song since you came back. That first stanza of the song, saying not to leave again is what I am living ever since. Dreaming that one day, we don’t have to love each other from afar.
Tonight, I cried. Not because you hurt me but because of the fear that one day I might lose you again. Knowing that anytime soon you will be leaving again. I’m afraid that just like before, distance and time might change you, might make you forget me, again. I’m terrified.
My love, I am so sorry. No matter how hard I try not to think about it, to take it positively, I just still can’t forget how much it destroyed me and broke me. How lost I was without you near me. I was traumatized. And I’m barely recovering from it.
Believe me when I say that I only want the best for you and your happiness, I really do. If I could only provide all the things you needed, I wouldn’t let you leave again. Never again.
But as how you always say it, with great love comes great sacrifices. Agreed, I just wish that it will all be worth it. The sacrifices, the compromises, the things, memories and the people we might lose along the way. I hope it all worth it. And I pray that it is still the both of us in the end. I pray for the day when you no longer have to leave me in order to achieve your dreams. I pray that someday, after achieving all of your dreams, it is me the one you’re chasing with.
It is me you’re prioritizing with, ooh how I wish.
I love you so much,
Always and in all ways.