creencias que todo va salir bien, que al final todo sale igual o mejor de lo que espero ingenua por ligarme a esta creencia? mas cerca de la meta, mas lejos la siento. ingenua, por no percibir que la posibilidad que mis sueños no se realizaran también existe; por creer tanto en mi, me consume [...]
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poesias no binarias y relevantes
I have a few favorite poems that I have cherished over the years, some that I can appreciate at a much deeper level than when I first read them (some I found them at age 13). The poem, "Nocturno a Rosario" by Manuel Acuña, has kept a special place in my heart for years now. [...]
12/08: COVID, Life
mood/energy Since the year is almost over, I've been thinking a lot about the things I've been grateful for but also of missed opportunities. Some of them excusable, others not that much. Everything is going to be alright in the end! I know so. I trust the process, and the universe. Most importantly, I trust [...]
a little story
I said I would write a story, Not sure if it would be a happy or sad one but I promised I would. Its late at night and I am drinking again. Not sure if its to escape reality or to destress while reading and dissecting articles of our impending economical doom. I keep thinking [...]
piedras: melancholia
When I reflect upon my life, I always try to see it from the perspective of an outside force. Because truly, no one else's perspective matters. I no longer question "why" I went through or go through things. I just accept my challenges and blessings as they present themselves. Also really grateful I haven't been [...]
sabra Dios
you continue to fester in my brain, therefore I remain completely fixated on you. I hope my neighbors heard us that time I invited you over, so they can understand why I was crying last night listening to romantic Spanish songs. At first, I would pretend to be surprised to when I noticed you were [...]
its too late now
It's 3am and I am up thinking about you. I toss in turn in my bed, fumble in my sheets and sigh. My arm drapes over a pillow, and my fingers hang from the edge of the bed. I wish we were still together. I wonder what you think about. You said recently that I [...]
