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This morning

Edgar Allan Poe came to visit me this morning to remind me that Leonor was just another unfulfilled love.

Poetry / Poesía

Si pudiera

Si pudiera elegir

Nacería del mismo modo

Con la misma piel y la misma lengua

Si pudiera,

Elegiría mis miedos otra vez.

Poetry / Poesía

A father put an arrow

A father put an arrow in between

His children’s legs.

The child cried

But there was no purpose

Since the arrow stayed within

The father’s children’s legs.

Poetry / Poesía

No silence

There is no silence

There is no silence

There

Is

No silence

No silence, no silence, no silence

There is

No silence

There is no silence… 27 more words

Poetry / Poesía

The house

Who built the house?

A child asked.

Who built the house?

No one replied.

It was not you, it was not me.

The house,

The house was built by ghosts.

Poetry / Poesía

Escribir

Yo no escribo para que se den palmadas en la espalda.

Yo no escribo para ahondar en esnobismos.

Yo escribo porque se me da la gana. 29 more words

Poetry / Poesía

Daily life

Two eggs amongst morning philosophy.

Two abandoned eggs.

The eggs screamed;

They moved, they fought.

The fire kept them alive, it kept them sharp.

The two eggs tried, they resisted, 12 more words

Poetry / Poesía