estoy llena de miel
[por eso
no me abandonan
las dulces órbitas
de mis cosas
03 marzo 2024
Publicado por soy un álamo en domingo, marzo 03, 2024 0 comentarios
04 febrero 2024
Am I able to move
same as the others
among them
as if
everything would be achieved
only through movement
because there's no room
for the stillness I-can't-stop-longing
while unfolding
on every minute
unconsciously.
Nothing
can make me believe
I'm something different
from all those rocks
- that secretly fix their corners on my cells -
teaching my brain
the purest
illogical
stories.
Publicado por soy un álamo en domingo, febrero 04, 2024 0 comentarios
05 enero 2024
just draw
blindly
with your breath
each one of
my worn
fingerprints
Publicado por soy un álamo en viernes, enero 05, 2024 0 comentarios
24 septiembre 2023
a veces tiño tus perdidas esferas
de conceptos ahora tienes
las alas dormidas
brillas o lloras, árbol mío
aún en el lamento enredado de la memoria y sus hilos
crecerá virtuosa
la explosión insistente de tus ramas
Publicado por soy un álamo en domingo, septiembre 24, 2023 0 comentarios
27 agosto 2023
use, please, use my soft skin as a screen
today
the nerves from your eyes
float and swim
their contours are sweet
but not as pure as I
wished
now
do I trust my thoughts as I-do-fold?
stare, again please
I fold myself like hologram trees
Publicado por soy un álamo en domingo, agosto 27, 2023 0 comentarios
27 julio 2023
trying not to undo
or
maybe trying to undo
and pin
a fresh stick of wood
not over but
below
at the starting point
I nail the flag I sewed
and
it still resembles
desperate waves on the sea
Publicado por soy un álamo en jueves, julio 27, 2023 0 comentarios
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