La chica vacía (traducción por K)

De transeúntes efímeros

Al crecer en una isla
Donde todos llegan
Y todos se van
Uno aprende
Quiera o no
Que nada es para siempre
Y que todos se van
Sin importar las circunstancias

Y al crecer en una isla
De transeúntes efímeros
Aprende de chico
A desprenderse
El que no te encariñes
Por que vas a tener que decir adiós
En un punto u otro
Por que todos llegan
Y todos se van

Y el crecer en una isla
Con esta creencia
Inserta en nuestros huesos
Se crea una desconfianza
Un temor a amar, a atarse
A algo que sabes que
Inevitablemente
cruzará el mar
Y te dejará atrás

Y cuando creces en una isla
Donde el desarraigo se enseña
Uno piensa que vivirá siempre
Viendo a todos quienes van y vienen
Y que sufrirá cada separación
Pero tal vez no se imagina
Que en algún momento
También te tocará irte
Porque todos llegan
Y todos se van

the alliterative T poem

There is something
That I want to tell to all who I know
That I want to write and shout and sing
Though I know of the power of words
The power of giving away something so deep and my own
That it can seize to exist and vanish just as I say it
That it can make it all go away and cause my happiness to perish
There is a reason why I don't tell it or write it or shout it or sing it, I am afraid
That it might go away
Though I believe, writing it here, could do no harm
That is, I think this time it can be
That this time it could be real
That it is possible for me, that it could happen, and it just might,
That things are going well so far, and funnily, I don't know what to do
Things have never reached this far and I am so used to misery and loneliness
This situation is a stranger to me
Thus I fear, I fear hope, I fear failure, I feel the perish of my own heart and happiness
Traveling from my mind down into my soul there is something that is happening that is new
This is what I want to shout. I think this time it might be.
This time it is possible, and my hopes and dreams may conquer the misfortune
That this world ruled by irony always threw upon me

The hollow girl

Sleeping creatures

I'm in love with the sleeping
How their corpses slowly yet firmly demonstrate each breath
How the factions on their faces is calm and neutral
How delicate and fragile they seem
It's beautiful
Their chests rising and falling
Their breath so marked and constant, never failing, never changing
It has a unique beauty
And it wakes in me a need to protect, to keep them warm, not to let any shadow get to them, so they can keep sleeping
And keep on being beautiful
And I stay vigilant as I observe with love my sleeping protegee
I wonder if my love is only there while they sleep
If I can hold them forever in my protection
If I could watch their slow breathing forever

a photography of words

I love sunsets. Even when the sun is already gone.

The clouds all low and the clear blue sky in all shades from light to dark.

And that occasional star, that might as well be a planet further off.

The vapor coming from the chimney of the ridiculously green house at front.

The clouds are darker than the very sky, I can't stop looking at this sight

With the tears of rain in my window and the green wet grass not far

It all has such a sense of possibility, just staring feels like magic

Like an infinite little moment where the picture freezes 

And you don't think about anything, except the very thing you are observing

And you wouldn't like anything else in the world

And you don't want this moment to ever stop,

Not for the deep night to fall, nor the next day to come

Just this frozen moment; a photograph of words

The tree in front which I always see change with the seasons

The street light turned on, enlightening the pavement and the cars parked outside

And inside I am in this couch, it's colour hard to describe

And my cat has come to say hullo, 

And I must leave

For nothing is eternal.