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esuemmanuel · 3 days
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How good life feels when you are surrounded by people who love you as you love them.
Qué bien se siente la vida cuando estás rodeado de gente que te ama como tú le amas.
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esuemmanuel · 3 days
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For the joy of your eyes, the song of my hands touching your heart with the silence of my mouth.
Por la dicha de tus ojos, el canto de mis manos al tocar tu corazón con el silencio de mi boca.
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esuemmanuel · 3 days
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How sublime is sincerity when it is listened to and allowed to speak in a verse, in a stanza… or in thousands of letters impregnated with its essence and that of love.
Qué sublime es la sinceridad cuando se la escucha y se la deja hablar en un verso, en una estrofa… o en miles de cartas impregnadas con su esencia y la del amor.
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esuemmanuel · 7 months
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La desilusión mata más que la realidad. La realidad se tolera. La desilusión se sufre.
Disillusionment kills more than reality. Reality is tolerated. Disillusionment is suffered.
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esuemmanuel · 2 months
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If I had all the words in the world in my hands, I wouldn't stop touching you.
Si tuviera todas las palabras del mundo en las manos, no dejaría de tocarte.
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esuemmanuel · 6 months
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Somos tan parecidos que duele.
We are so similar that it hurts.
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esuemmanuel · 4 months
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It's true, love - the real kind - brings you back to yourself, even if you didn't realize you were away from yourself. It brings you closer to your essence, reminds you of what you are and have been for all eternity, makes you look at yourself with clear eyes and an open soul; it takes away your fears, calms your doubts, makes you regain confidence in yourself. Love - yes, the real one - will make you look at the key to your heart, the one you never lost, but thought you did because you distrusted your own heart.
Es verdad, el amor —el verdadero— te devuelve a ti mismo, aun si no te habías dado cuenta de que estabas alejado de ti. Te acerca a tu esencia, te recuerda lo que eres y has sido por toda la eternidad, te hace mirarte con ojos limpios y el alma abierta; te quita los miedos, te calla las dudas, te hace recuperar la confianza en ti. El amor —sí, el verdadero— te hará mirar la llave a tu corazón, ésa que jamás perdiste, pero creíste haberlo hecho por desconfiar de tu propio corazón.
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esuemmanuel · 5 months
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Es curioso cómo es que al leer tu nombre todo lo que dolió sea ahora un espasmo de ternura que tiembla en mi mirada.
It is curious how it is that when I read your name everything that hurt is now a spasm of tenderness that trembles in my eyes.
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esuemmanuel · 25 days
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My eyes look, my hands touch, my tongue is silent, but my soul names you…
Mis ojos miran, mis manos tocan, mi lengua calla, pero mi alma te nombra…
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esuemmanuel · 8 months
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No me gusta quedar como un loco, aunque sé que lo estoy.
I don't like to look crazy, even though I know I am.
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esuemmanuel · 1 year
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Entiendo que las palabras bonitas atraigan, por eso dejé de escribirlas, porque escribir no se trata de atraer, sino de evocar y proyectar lo que se lleva en el alma, así sea bello u horrendo. Entonces, llegarán los ojos justos y dispuestos a sentir lo que se ha escrito, ya sea porque se sienten identificados, definidos o, simplemente —y, naturalmente— atraídos.
— Esu Emmanuel©, I understand that beautiful words attract, that is why I stopped writing them, because writing is not about attracting, but about evoking and projecting what one carries in one's soul, be it beautiful or horrendous. Then, the right eyes will arrive, ready to feel what has been written, either because they feel identified, defined or simply -and naturally- attracted.
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esuemmanuel · 6 months
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Me he preguntado si, cada que te sueño, es porque tú estás pensando en mí.
I've wondered if, every time I dream of you, it's because you're thinking of me.
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esuemmanuel · 5 days
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As simple as a daisy that, in its smallness, watches the sun go by, filling itself with energy and warmth; such is my devotion to your love.
Tan simple como una margarita que, en su pequeñez, mira pasar al sol, llenándose de energía y de tibio calor; así es mi devoción por tu amor.
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esuemmanuel · 8 months
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Que no te consuma el vacío… Por favor, ámate tal como eres.
Don't let emptiness consume you... Please love yourself as you are.
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esuemmanuel · 10 months
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The Man Of Solitude: Free Verse.
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Because you, comrade writers and readers, asked me to do so and I, with all the pleasure, honor and gratitude I feel, have done so.
Here is the English edition of my book: "The Man Of Solitude: Free Verse".
I hope your souls will be as moved and comforted by reading it as mine was by translating it into the English language.
Be blessed.
Your friend and trusted servant…
Esu Emmanuel G. Author, Writer and Poet.
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esuemmanuel · 2 months
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You are that little piece of sunshine that illuminates the darkest mornings and the longest nights, because, like a burning spark, you travel through the corridors of pain to give warmth to the cold that harasses me. That is why I know that, without the light of your eyes illuminating the valleys of death, I could not reach the gates of paradise.
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Eres ese pedacito de sol que me ilumina las mañanas más oscuras y las noches más largas, pues, como una chispa ardorosa, transitas en los pasillos del dolor para darle calor al frío que me acosa. Es por eso que sé que, sin la luz de tus ojos, iluminando los valles de la muerte, no podría alcanzar las puertas del paraíso.
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