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Invierno

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Tan pronto como acabes el invierno
y des por terminado el frío
y el negro,
I will take you for a ride
down a peaceful road (outside).

[—¿Un último pensamiento? —I asked.]
[—No, I think I’m fine.]

And you won’t get lost;
solos tú y yo.

[—Stay.]
[—I really genuinely don’t…]
[—Then I’ll be with you all the way.]

As soon as your winter is off
and you forego the dark
and the cold,
te llevaré a un paseo
por un camino sin dolor.

[—Any last thoughts?]
[Pero él dijo: —No.]
[And he was gone.]

Do / don’t

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Breathing danger,
the heat in my lungs.

My feelings are
inconsequential right now.
All we need
it’s to get out of here.

Las brasas,
the image on loop:
I do and I don’t,
I do and I don’t,
you must know.

It’s a light so bright,
a beautiful call
that I behold.

But how about him,
whom I met today?
I fear I will never know.

Everything must go

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PERLA EN EL BOSQUE

[I swear, if it flickered one second more…]

A todas sus preguntas
yo respondía «amor»;
but it was never enough.

So…
«everything must go.»

[Cause if it flickers one more time
I will just jump
or I’ll slit my throat.]

[I won’t
cause it’ll flicker no more.]

A todas las preguntas,
un hacha.
A todos los caminos recorridos,
un «basta».

Everything must go.

Cueva

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PERLA EN EL BOSQUE

Todos mis duelos inútiles,
el cabello entre los dedos,
los tonos de todas las voces
que amo y aborrezco.

El llanto en el suelo,
todas las explicaciones.
La cueva, el silencio.

La noche.
La tarde.
La mañana.

Todas las horas
en vela;
la madrugada.

¿El hacha en el bosque?

¡Destroce!
¿El hacha en el bosque?
El aislamiento.

Finito

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Not a big surprise,
you, shadow, night.
I must have known by now,
of course.

But still …
I’m told now
that love from you
then … just died.

I feel I should mark this day
on the cosmic records of ours,
you know, for the sake of her,
the lost asterist of the triad.

I saw that day
—that ancient past—,
I lost my mind.

I saw this day
—this present apart—,
it broke my heart.

(But I just stared at the evening light
—so clear and sweet, so calm—
and suffocate the pain inside.)

Thirty years passed tonight:
you flee.
And I’m sworn
to let you leave.
Maybe in time
you won’t want to be mine.

I don’t want el mañana to come
porque cancela el infinito
and I’m not sure what to do with that.
(But I will find out).

¿Do you hear the sirens
at the beginning y al final?
I swear to you
I hear them in my head
everytime since you commited
____.

And if you want the answer
to your question
that comes in so late,
then it is there.
Even when I say it’s not,
there’s the cause you search for.

Because I saw that day
and I lost my mind
again and again.

And I see this day,
the (de)finite one,
but, Lord, I’m fine.

Ruby

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—Can you hear the alarm bells?
—I think they’re just in your head.
—Hmmm… I don’t feel well.

Except for the first verse
that song could be all mine,
I guess.

I just have this thing with the past.
«Nostfilia», he said once.
«I will steal the name», I planned.
But it was «algia» today.
It certainly was.

If you ask me, I don’t like to be chained;
I asfixiate.

I was drowning today,
yesterday,
whenever,
anyway,
I didn’t know where the water came from.

Was it when he asked?
Did somebody asked…?
But what did he say?
(Who the fuck could think that?)

So, did the river flood
and devastate
my mind?

—I am just confused,
I think I said out loud.

I am just confused
about the bright colors in my mind
(RGB, CMYK;
which Pantone is the pain inside?)

Ruby.
I was singing Shallow in my sleep
thinking about a refuge,
a rounded ruby bright red
protector inner circle
of the core.

But I still feel
the panic attack
within myself.
That’s just what it was.