Yo

Libertad de aceptarme
Libertad de quereme tal cual soy
Libertad de expresarme
Y de aceptar a los demás
Sin mascaras
Sin venganzas
Ni reproches
Simplemente
Afrontar malas
O buenas decisiones
Sacar los esqueletos
Y volverlos cenizas
Esparcirlos a la deriva
Y embarcarnos
En una nueva etapa
De nuestras vidas.
Y así sea
que seguro volarás.

Finally free

As she was saying goodbye
The car kept moving
Her eyes kept drifting
To the past memories
The knot in her throat
Asphyxiated her soul
Barely twelve
And she’s set her goal.

“It’s finally here,
I’ve waited for twelve years
I’m finally free!
Free from him
Free from them
Free from those shackles.”

Tears ran down her face
As if shedding her fears
Leaving behind that fake
And dark world.

“My body
finally belongs to me
Not another day
Will I have to say ok
I’m finally…”

She closed her wet honey eyes
And knocked her head on the window
As if knocking monsters away.
Sighed, cleaned her face
And with determination
Faced her future ahead.

Secret

There is a hidden story within my heart
That nobody has been able to touch
This secret sometimes feels like a ghost.

Sometimes it’s quiet
Other times it becomes a thriller
It’s all racket and showy
Mysterious with no end
Just a continuation.

Other times it’s the sunset
Of one’s life
It’s also the glory and bliss
Of that miraculous first breath.

This secret of mine
That’s precious and dangerous
This poison ivy
That’s tangled in my body
That itches
That’s too beautiful
That bleeds
And self heals.

This dirty and crazy secret
That’s part of my innocence
Yet…

Yes, this crazy little story of mine…

Arcana, The Story Behind

In the depths of despair

Thy flame becomes fair

And thy child with wings

Becomes a mortal in earth

But the knowledge of self

That is, within retained.

Once sixty lashes proceed

And the flame becomes complete

Then the one with seventy names

And the healer will once again

In heaven remain

As the prince of the world,

And as the protector of the unborn.

For each lash

10 years have passed

Six wings became three pairs

One shall be only in dreams

In the world, the boy shall exist

As for the last pair of wings

Only true love will know where it is.

Nonetheless till the girl appears

Ageless will be, the ancient of days

Moving from place to place

As for the twin         

The same path shall be seen

The one with the knowledge

In earth shall strive

As for the one in dreams

Till she appears

His memory in darkness shall remain.

Quinceañera Arquitectural

Naciste para contemplar a la gente pasar
Aunque poco se de tí, puedo decir
Que emanas riquezas difíciles de olvidar.
Te han llamado
El pase ferrocarril de San Antonio y Arcansas.

Mas con el paso de los años
despues de ver un sinfin de historias de paso,
Subiste a ser La comandancia municipal.
Imagino, que viste una infinidad de injusticias
Y decidiste tomar las cartas en tus manos
Y no solo dejarlas al azar
convirtiéndote en corte municipal.

Hoy, mi paso es solo una estrella fugaz
De muchos otros destellos que haz visto pasar.
Cada que paso, contemplo
tu vestido estilo España Colonial
Con color sutil a coral
y detalles aperlados que te hacen ver casi surreal.
Tus pendientes de fierro
que alumbran tu belleza arquitectural
Y no olvidemos tu broche de oro
Insignia de valor y tesoro histórico nacional.
Orgullo de nuestra ciudad.

Te he nombrado quinceañera
Porque te veo en plena juventud,
Por nuestras historias compartidas
Alegrías, deseos y anhelos,
Sueños que quedan inscritos en fotografía
De jovencitas esperando su presentación
Oficial ante la sociedad.
Y de padres anhelando que sus hijas,
tengan una vereda sin espinas
al los años pasar.

Bella arquitectura
Monumento sin igual
Atraes al que pase
Escondiendo tus detalles
Detrás de esas hojas
Abanico singular.

Till life exists

A broken soul that’s how I used to live
It didn’t matter, day or night
as long as I was left with him,
They weren’t safe, my body and soul
Threats, fears and anxiety became my daily bread
A fake smile became my hiding place
And envy towards the innocent
Became the core of my gloomy self
When I finally thought a hero came to my rescue
A big fat slap became my initiation
25 minutes of nintendo was my worth
at least that’s what they said
Don’t even remember the names or their faces
Since I was only 8 years old
Shattered was my heart and soul
I hated being a woman in this insane world
Violation of my self and rights
Mitigation of my dreadful life
Scars within and bruises in hidden places
Were part of the don’t talk, don’t scream, don’t move, don’t cry, don’t bite, don’t close and don’t hit
All the don’ts in the world
Came chasing me whole
While my mind was going away
I swore to myself to never forget
Life still exists after this dreaded fix
And when that day comes,
This shrewd people shall cease to exist
At least in my life…

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