tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045816512374405882024-03-05T20:23:22.797-08:00LETRAS SUELTAS"that precocious, affected, impenetrable child there extended a void of light and a veil of shade that no force could overcome and pierce"mmmesquincahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15418208137847308022noreply@blogger.comBlogger980125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304581651237440588.post-22199770280227626482021-05-29T14:47:00.000-07:002021-05-29T14:47:25.249-07:00S01E03<p><i>OK. We’re down to the nitty gritty now. One hero left. God cracks his
knuckles ready to administer the final reckoning. Now Hero #3 is pretty
much a god himself. So for the sake of telling them apart, he’s blue
and he likes to stroll around with his dick hanging out. He can
teleport, he can see into the future, he blows shit up. He’s got actual
superpowers. Regular God asks Blue God what have you done with these
gifts?” Blue God says “I fell in love with a woman, I walked across the
sun, and then I fell in love with another woman. I won the Vietnam War.
But mostly I just don’t give a shit about humanity.” God sighs. “Do I
even need to ask how many people you’ve killed?” Blue guy shrugs.” A
live body and a dead body have the same number of particles so it
doesn’t matter. And it doesn’t matter how I answer your question because
I know you’re sending me to hell.” “How do you know that?” asks God.
Blue God sounds very sad when he softly says “Because I’m already
there.” And so, a mere piston in the inevitable of time and space God
does what he did and will do. He snaps his fingers and the hero goes to
hell.</i></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">mish...</div>mmmesquincahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15418208137847308022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304581651237440588.post-56778700480019703352021-05-06T15:33:00.002-07:002021-05-06T15:33:45.946-07:00to write<p> pick up your pen, dip it in your wound and write... just write.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer">mish...</div>mmmesquincahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15418208137847308022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304581651237440588.post-56480766114105474142021-04-28T15:17:00.005-07:002021-04-28T15:17:58.184-07:00VAME<p> He was a beautiful little boy that was tarnished by his father. Hunted by an obsessive woman and destroyed by his vices. He was my father. Looking back I do feel that his life was poetic. He was keen on buying his own grave and plating flowers in it. He loved to visit the cemetery to check it (years before his passing). He was loved. I adored my father, I was like his tail following him around. He was the first man that broke my heart, and all I can say is that I never could put it back together again. I love him and his passing gave me peace because he was evil, he carried too much darkness deep inside so much. No soul can carry such a heavy burden, no soul should. I pray that the Lord might greet him and hold him. May his soul return to Source and there, may it continue its path to evolution. There he will be loved and cured.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer">mish...</div>mmmesquincahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15418208137847308022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304581651237440588.post-30287723312706414972021-04-28T15:09:00.005-07:002021-04-28T15:09:56.463-07:00The things that left unsaid<p> If I could go back in time, I would walk into Sophos and I will listen. I would then tell you how I feel about you, how I've loved you.</p><p>Weeks after that last meeting, my fiancée at the time once talked about you (not knowing your name and yet recognizing the existence of a shadow between us), and I sat there frozen, realizing how transparent I was.</p><p>Only months after that I ended the engagement. I just couldn't marry him for the simple reason that he wasn't you.</p><p>Yes, I was a coward. I was so afraid that you would once again say you did not love me. I was afraid to lose whatever small crumble I had left from you. It's frustrating to know that one conversation would have changed so much. In truth those little moments are the game changers, and yet we never recognize seem until they're gone. </p><p>I love you. You make me angry. You make me feel vulnerable. I've exposed myself to you, answering any kind of question and yet it just wasn't enough for you to see me.</p><p>All this fear of you, make me create a tough persona around you. This "I won't let you hurt me anymore" persona that is not me.</p><p>I've hurt myself for too long, and now I'm just exhausted. I just can't do this anymore.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer">mish...</div>mmmesquincahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15418208137847308022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304581651237440588.post-72023230482472013492021-04-26T16:15:00.003-07:002021-04-26T16:15:54.053-07:00decir lo que nunca he dicho<p> palabras que nunca serán dichas, son palabras muertas</p><p>aquellas que no sobreviven más allá de nuestra garganta</p><p>son las historias que nunca fueron fuera de nuestra mente</p><p>son los cuentos que no cuentas, que solo sientes</p><p>son los fetos muertos de una pasión</p><p>son los hijos de la cobardía</p><p>esta es la eterna fuga: el silencio</p><p>y de nuevo, la misma conversación que nunca fue</p><p>la misma pared en medio del camino</p><p>y de nuevo, la misma conversación que nunca fue</p><p>aquella que resolvería todo lo nunca dicho</p><p>más palabras perecen en mi lengua</p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">mish...</div>mmmesquincahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15418208137847308022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304581651237440588.post-22296207620810303632020-08-17T03:48:00.000-07:002020-08-17T03:48:29.644-07:00Un corazón, su vacío y la sombra<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvJCwZVvgoG9BVZDWDB04E2GSJk33RRVjdMtq6Kk5skvtp9s79pwp5T0BXPpcELfYvyEX3lPohasbulRghwhTy4UvgQpAWkYvSE7VAtzfn8wXbgXcF3m8B3nkvJe5zLI0KqPOqq4XqodE/s820/elmohood_115746604_170033001311284_8752534162791293474_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Elmohood" border="0" data-original-height="818" data-original-width="820" height="638" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvJCwZVvgoG9BVZDWDB04E2GSJk33RRVjdMtq6Kk5skvtp9s79pwp5T0BXPpcELfYvyEX3lPohasbulRghwhTy4UvgQpAWkYvSE7VAtzfn8wXbgXcF3m8B3nkvJe5zLI0KqPOqq4XqodE/w640-h638/elmohood_115746604_170033001311284_8752534162791293474_n.jpg" title="My Beat as One - Ilustrations by Elmohood" width="640" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">Image by <a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/CDbjEDQFfPC/" target="_blank">Elmohood</a> <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hace años di mi corazón, o por lo menos una buena parte de él. Ese sábado lo di sin querer y no me di cuenta que después de eso nunca lo tendría de vuelta.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tal vez ese "dar el corazón" que sucede en la juventud o sólo una vez. <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Creo que es por eso que tengo el pecho vacío. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Entiendo que por eso nunca pude amar a ninguién más que a él.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Él" es una sombra que me sigue, yo no sabía que esa sombra era visible, pero lo es, lo fue y lo será. "Él" es una sombra que ahora ocupa el vacío que mi corazón llenaba antes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Intentar amar es inútil, lo único que queda es el vacío. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Por años intenté amar y cuando eso no funcionó busqué a quien me amase.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">mish...</div>mmmesquincahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15418208137847308022noreply@blogger.com0São Paulo, State of São Paulo, Brazil-23.5505199 -46.633309399999987-79.322568088784138 172.74169060000003 32.221528288784143 93.991690600000013tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304581651237440588.post-39389976458989418112020-08-16T18:03:00.000-07:002020-08-16T18:03:05.047-07:00About Boris<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Vy0neaLmSQAW-zMDrBSpefpsrsjm_cvOHFA0Flnc85EOpuMlL7A3swJdrWigN2W5avRa3xysK4KKcnj9nMVsiToe8Qy2Vw5hv8ze7TWFsbOh0OpjJ6ORuUj_o6l08xChLlilbfTw-rE/s1107/morysetta_106782419_598352350819048_7712117503471113263_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="1107" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Vy0neaLmSQAW-zMDrBSpefpsrsjm_cvOHFA0Flnc85EOpuMlL7A3swJdrWigN2W5avRa3xysK4KKcnj9nMVsiToe8Qy2Vw5hv8ze7TWFsbOh0OpjJ6ORuUj_o6l08xChLlilbfTw-rE/s640/morysetta_106782419_598352350819048_7712117503471113263_n.jpg" /></a></div> Image by <a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/CCdir8Hhe66/" target="_blank">morysetta</a><p></p><p>When I say my cat is out of this world, I'm not kidding. I think this alien got a cat's jumpsuit and walked into my life.<br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">mish...</div>mmmesquincahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15418208137847308022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304581651237440588.post-27639934103958105202019-09-10T16:56:00.000-07:002019-09-10T16:56:33.583-07:00summerwhite beams that burn my face<br />
blinded by the flow<br />
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whilst I kill another...<div class="blogger-post-footer">mish...</div>mmmesquincahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15418208137847308022noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304581651237440588.post-16946113420516963672018-10-09T11:32:00.000-07:002018-10-09T11:32:08.583-07:00mar<b id="docs-internal-guid-d62079d0-7fff-7721-ce51-41d65f2241b0" style="font-weight: normal;"><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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</b><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /><b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><div class="blogger-post-footer">mish...</div>mmmesquincahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15418208137847308022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304581651237440588.post-64122723812997138282018-09-28T12:11:00.000-07:002018-09-28T12:11:08.244-07:00...For almost half of my life I´ve been running from this feeling, I can run no longer. I wish I could strip down and leave this armor behind, somehow it has shrunk or maybe I've outgrown it.<div class="blogger-post-footer">mish...</div>mmmesquincahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15418208137847308022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304581651237440588.post-27135990942812228832018-09-14T04:59:00.003-07:002018-09-14T04:59:33.429-07:00Humbly I reach to thee my Lord... teach me how to take off this armor and still be strong, how to love pass my fear of rejection and how to open myself without being invaded. Teach me.<div class="blogger-post-footer">mish...</div>mmmesquincahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15418208137847308022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304581651237440588.post-7709992237577842142018-09-11T18:00:00.001-07:002018-09-12T04:36:35.190-07:00Now I see...Love hit me on the face hard and I was so blind. I was blinded by my selfishness. Now I know that I was loved, I just wasn't loved as I wanted to be loved and as the spoiled immature child that I am, I made a tantrum. <br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">mish...</div>mmmesquincahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15418208137847308022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304581651237440588.post-21459571071520326782018-09-11T17:54:00.001-07:002018-09-11T17:54:43.326-07:00mariposasOver here, when we let go, we say "to open one's hands". So here it is: I OPEN MY HANDS. I let go. See I've thought about this, this and this. By this I mean, "to open one's hands" is to release. This is this, because I love you, I do this. Because I love you I cannot hold you hostage. Because I love you I hope that you may find happiness... I hope that you may be happy.<div class="blogger-post-footer">mish...</div>mmmesquincahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15418208137847308022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304581651237440588.post-56949973087195083122018-04-22T17:31:00.000-07:002018-04-22T17:31:20.690-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Nadie me preguntó y tampoco lo dije antes, pero la imagen encima es uno de los cuadros de <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louise_Bourgeois">Louise Bourgeois</a>. Cuando me entra la nostalgia o cuando la carga eléctrica (cortesía de Urano) comienza a agitarme, veo un poco de sus trabajos y parece que me encuentro. Sería tan bueno envejecer y dejar tanto atrás.</div>
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Esa pieza es particularmente oportuna, pues volví... eso en dos sentidos, el primero fue ir atrás (viajar en el tiempo) para encontrarme. ¡Sí! En el camino vi muchas imágenes particularmente dolorosas, pero al final del corredor estaba YO. Esa persona valiente que se me escapa -a veces- y que aparece otras -inoportunamente-.</div>
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Fue bueno volver, ver todo lo que he escrito, para quien, por qué... fue bueno. Fue bueno volver aquí... regresar al presente y liberarme (un poco).</div>
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I heard that song some weeks ago, and it reminded me of "me"... that young ME... a Space Odyssey 2001 me... that brave me, the girl who defy her parents, pass her fear, went for it, rushed into love, head first, first love, first boy, first all (me). <div>
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I wanna meet that girl halfway... I don't expect to 100% find her... but I want to feel her in me again. That beautiful song brought back the thirst (for life, for love, for all) that has been asleep in my mouth.. then many songs came... Songs of Innocence and Songs of Experience... let us meet then my girl <i>halfway</i>:</div>
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<span style="color: red;">"</span><span style="background-color: white; color: red; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">It doesn't matter if I'm not enough</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">For the future or the things to come"</span></div>
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17 9 43 <br />
18°13' Sun in Gemini opp Natal Neptune<br />
21°48 Moon conjuct to midpoint in Capricorn<br />
29° 9 Mercury (Gem)<br />
2°27 Venus (Ar)<br />
24°15 <span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">Mars (Sag)</span><br />
22°14 Júpiter (Gem)<br />
6°14 Saturn (Gem) opp to Moon (Sag)<br />
24°48 Uranus conjuct to Mercury and Venus in Aquarius<br />
8°33 Neptune in Aquarius semi sextile to Sun<br />
13°48 <span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">Pluto Conjunct to Moon in Sagittarius</span><br />
6°21 North node Can - entering 12 th<br />
7°16 South node Cap - entering 6 th<br />
21°40 Lilith conjunct to Mercury in Aquarius<br />
26°24 Chirion (Sag)<br />
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I look back and I say to myself "poor child, you were way in over your head" the god of karma set you up, cross fire of stars to drag you to hell. you were a lamb heading to the slaughter house (nobody told ya that bae, nobody ever warned you about love).<br />
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You had to change, one way or another, that was the only way back then. Loosing, bleeding, dying pushed you to change.<br />
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If I could, I would go back in time and save you from all that, but I can't. All I can say is that "I get it now, I had no choice, it was gonna happen".<br />
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Alas, in the crying game you win or you die... "you died". now I don't wanna play no more...<br />
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There is the glimmer of hope that if the past is to be understood, then, the future might not be so foggy after all....<div class="blogger-post-footer">mish...</div>mmmesquincahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15418208137847308022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304581651237440588.post-53168054382178891422018-04-18T02:38:00.000-07:002018-04-18T02:38:30.502-07:00la barra, la gente y otras cosas si algo aprendí afuera es que "es posible"...<br />
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todos los días dentro del vagón lleno mantengo el equilibrio, pues por ser pequeña estoy en el medio de la multitud y no alcanzo la barra.<br />
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aprendí a doblar las rodillas y a seguir el movimento del tren, a recostarme un poco de un lado cuando siento que va a frenar y a parar cuando para. en pocas palabras: aprendí a fluir. <br />
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la barra es una ilusión, aunque el tren está parado muchos se agarran y no se sueltan, no la necesitan, es más fácil seguir agarrado, depender, culpar, señalar, en fin... muchos de los vicios de la mente (al final esas son las barras a las que nos agarramos).<br />
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entendí que si aprendí a vivir sin esa barra, vivir sin ti es posible, es posible, es posible....<div class="blogger-post-footer">mish...</div>mmmesquincahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15418208137847308022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304581651237440588.post-61717700913202260132018-04-17T17:50:00.000-07:002018-04-17T18:12:16.116-07:00del libro de la juventud<div class="page" title="Page 1">
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica"; font-size: 12pt;">y no es malo<br />que tus besos<br />se descascaren de mis labios </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica"; font-size: 12pt;">como aquella piel caduca que las serpientes botan<br />en su camino a la eternidad</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica"; font-size: 12pt;">mis labios resquebrajados botan esa capa fina, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica"; font-size: 12pt;">traslúcida,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica"; font-size: 12pt;">mínima,<br />que habiendo cumplido su cometido</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica"; font-size: 12pt;">se queda en el suelo<br />y perece en el olvido...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica"; font-size: 12pt;">2007</span></div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">mish...</div>mmmesquincahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15418208137847308022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304581651237440588.post-40019750980226215992018-04-17T17:43:00.003-07:002018-04-17T17:43:54.277-07:00lionessI honor my father by creating... by shinning...<div class="blogger-post-footer">mish...</div>mmmesquincahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15418208137847308022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304581651237440588.post-60715314782406634672018-04-16T17:43:00.000-07:002018-04-16T17:43:09.957-07:00del libro de la juventud<div class="page" title="Page 1">
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12pt;">el último aliento antes del salto<br />a un paso del hambriento abismo<br />el temor que parece esparcirse por mis venas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12pt;">me obliga a respirar profundo</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12pt;">para devorar el aire<br />un sólo suspiro </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12pt;">antes de iniciar el salto</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12pt;">lo infinito me espera<br />en un instante,<br />el designio llega a ser concreto<br />más agudo e intenso </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12pt;">es el temor a no dar el paso<br />éste es sólo el primero<br />el resto traerá otras emociones </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12pt;">este es el temor a no vivir<br />me rehuso a continuar con la duda de una posibilidad inclusa</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12pt;">2007</span></div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">mish...</div>mmmesquincahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15418208137847308022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304581651237440588.post-62158437526563963832018-04-15T17:28:00.000-07:002018-04-15T17:28:26.779-07:00--in a hardened heart<br />
a crack is a gate<br />
a thread is a bridge<br />
a dry faced god<br />
greets with a grin<br />
the shell then cracked<br />
and I slipped in.<br />
<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">mish...</div>mmmesquincahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15418208137847308022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304581651237440588.post-63920266880574004982018-04-14T17:21:00.000-07:002018-04-14T17:21:21.624-07:00from the book of water<div class="page" title="Page 14">
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<pre><span style="font-family: CourierNewPSMT; font-size: 11pt;">Una explosión en el cielo
Fuego blanco
Viene de lo alto
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<pre><span style="font-family: CourierNewPSMT; font-size: 11pt;">Rayo solar
Veo blanco, la nada
Y el silencio
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<pre><span style="font-family: CourierNewPSMT; font-size: 11pt;">No somos más
Que Figuras de barro
Efímeras ante tus rayos
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<pre><span style="font-family: CourierNewPSMT; font-size: 11pt;">Estatuas que perecen
con tu terrible paso
un diluvio brillante
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<pre><span style="font-family: CourierNewPSMT; font-size: 11pt;">Siento mi sangre secarse
Siento mi alma evaporarse
Esculturas resquebrajadas
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<pre><span style="font-family: CourierNewPSMT; font-size: 11pt;">¿Y que queda de mí?
Nada queda de lo fui
Son tus palabras aire
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<pre><span style="font-family: CourierNewPSMT; font-size: 11pt;">Y cenizas al viento
Soy negra y soy nada
Somos almas quemadas
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<pre><span style="font-family: CourierNewPSMT; font-size: 11pt;">Tú, </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-family: CourierNewPSMT; font-size: 11pt;">el sol que desintegra
Todo cuanto posee la tierra
Ella yace negra
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<pre><span style="font-family: CourierNewPSMT; font-size: 11pt;">Lóbrega explosión
Fuego blanco de lo alto
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<pre><span style="font-family: CourierNewPSMT; font-size: 11pt;">¿Que queda de mí?
El bosquejo del impacto
Dibujado en el suelo
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<pre><span style="font-family: CourierNewPSMT; font-size: 11pt;">Solo un negro rastro
La silueta de ésta muñeca
Eso deja tu paso
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">mish...</div>mmmesquincahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15418208137847308022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304581651237440588.post-87835763006198430642018-04-13T18:27:00.003-07:002018-04-13T18:27:34.410-07:00cuando la nostalgia pega duro...<iframe allowfullscreen="" class="giphy-embed" frameborder="0" height="360" src="https://giphy.com/embed/HTzGNJoMJ657q" width="480"></iframe><a href="https://giphy.com/gifs/lost-in-space-HTzGNJoMJ657q">via GIPHY</a><br />
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Netflix es el puerto más seguro...<div class="blogger-post-footer">mish...</div>mmmesquincahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15418208137847308022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304581651237440588.post-8273580923309085802018-04-13T17:16:00.000-07:002018-04-13T17:16:01.386-07:00from the book of water<div class="page" title="Page 16">
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Yellow and serene
The world would revolve around me
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<pre><span style="font-family: "couriernewpsmt"; font-size: 12pt;">Then you would have to be
The Universe itself
What else? Black and deep
If I could only be
The mighty yellow sun
If this wish could come true
Forever in time
I would live inside you
Me, mighty and serene
And forever you
Would wrap your darkness around me
In an infinite embrace
That would never, ever end....
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">mish...</div>mmmesquincahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15418208137847308022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304581651237440588.post-26385480859952546082018-04-12T17:05:00.001-07:002018-04-12T17:44:59.609-07:00from the book of water <div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; color: #333333; font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">I am water</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">I am blue, </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">I am green</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">I am liquid,</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">I am steam </span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; color: #333333; font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">I am Ice</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Too many things</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">More than what you see</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">More than what you realize</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Many have held me</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">But just for a while</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">For no one has kept me</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">I've slipped through their hands.</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">--</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; color: #333333; font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">I am a child, I am crone</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">A newborn, a corpse</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; color: #333333; font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">A nun, a man with a gun </span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; color: #333333; font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">A lover, a hater </span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; color: #333333; font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">A poem, a letter </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">A kiss, a tear</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; color: #333333; font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">A river, an ocean </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Far too loud</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">To ever be ignored</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Far too interesting</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; color: #333333; font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">To ever be bored</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Far too much</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; color: #333333; font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">To fit in one vessel</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Far too elusive</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; color: #333333; font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">To ever grasp my nature</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; color: #333333; font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">Far too complex</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; color: #333333; font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">To understand my essence</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Far too much mine</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">
</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">To ever be somebody else’s</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">102301</span></div>
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