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Bailando en la oscuridad
Conocí a un amigo que se convirtió en algo más Apenas un amigo, hablamos un par de veces,bailamos un par de veces, cada vezque me dije lo correctoY cada vez, se dijo lo correcto.No estoy seguro de que sea amorPero vive en los espacios dentro de mí que están en desamor,Un amor a la espera…
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Dancing in the dark
I met a friend who turned into something more Barely a friend, we talked a few times, danced a few times, Every time I said the right thing And every time, he said the right thing I’m not sure it’s love But it lives in the spaces inside me that are in heartbreak, A love…
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River of time
My memories of him and my opinions of who he was and what he was to me changes as I grow And the colors of life bleed through me and change hues with the seasons I miss him but I also miss last summer, last autumn, last winter, and last spring So sorrily I realize…
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Bendable me
Now I get less startled thinking about my brother being gone Now I can connect the past and present knowing what he has been like then, how hard it was to convince him that life was in fact, beautiful He was fading out slowly like the colors in a pair of jeans I still have…
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The magic in the danger
I was thinking about how my mom doesn’t understand parts of me, and how it hurts that some of the best things about me she will never understand. But at the same time we do share great memories. There are some things she gives me and not others. Sometimes it hurt to think I was…
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Orphan Song
My mother is truth, the salt of life my father is my singing voice my brother is my burning self-respect and my sister is tomorrow, when women will conquer the sun my grandmother is hunger, eating, cooking, steaming, stirring flavours like a kaleidoscope of edible pieces of the world my grandfather is dancing, I am…
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A long road to nowhere
Today I realized I was fighting for something I didn’t even want, suffering the defeat of losing something I didn’t really want. I suffered while I couldn’t decide, while I should have been deciding I was fighting It’s over now and it hurts It hurts because I let him in to my secrets and tricks…
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Who?
They asked me ‘who?’ And I said, everybody. The rich and the poor The beautiful and the ugly The strong and the weak The sophisticated and the simple
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Technicolor
Pretty girls hear pretty lies But I don’t dream of love in technicolor anymore I used to runaway into the fantasy offered by the cinematic grainy texture of faces, lips, voices A fantasy so coldly uncaring whether I lived or died, as long as I paid with my belief I saw a rainbow on the…
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