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Um
Más hora
And I break on you
Duas
Más opportunidads
And you lose this game
Três
Más días
And I'll see you in Hell
Quatro
Más momentos
And we're all dead
Cinco
Y no más,
For we are nothing
Seis
Más horas
And you're already broken
Oito
Más oportunidads
And you've already lost
Nove
Más días
And we meet again
Dez
Más momentos
And we're all finished
Más hora
And I break on you
Duas
Más opportunidads
And you lose this game
Três
Más días
And I'll see you in Hell
Quatro
Más momentos
And we're all dead
Cinco
Y no más,
For we are nothing
Seis
Más horas
And you're already broken
Oito
Más oportunidads
And you've already lost
Nove
Más días
And we meet again
Dez
Más momentos
And we're all finished
Literature
Escrtito #2 que te dedico.
Ya mi mente envenenada con tu persona ni siquiera puede recordar la razón del por qué estos sentimientos tan destructivos que siento por ti. Ni siquiera sé si tienen sentido mis palabras, cuando hablo de ti me siento como una loca enjaula. Mi locura es el amor que me provocas y mi jaula el deseo que no sacio. Me siento como una estúpida porque me tienes a tus pies y lo sabes, lo sabes porque mi actitud incontrolable te lo demostró. Hay algo que si recuerdo, aquel primer día de clases, aquel sol de 8am que encendía tu pelo color caramelo, aquella mirada profunda atrapada en el vidrio de tus lentes, las vuelta
Literature
The Journey
Beneath my skin, my veins pulse with desire
To know why I am here.
As I journey to find the answers to life,
I sail through the monotonous seas
That stretch forever beyond the horizon.
As my ship sails towards the dry land,
Mountains tower before me,
Filling me with both awe and intimidation.
But the mountains are eroding as time passes by,
Into merely fragments of what they once were.
I move my eyes and watch the glaciers
Melt slowly into rivers.
But even though they disappear,
They melt to provide water for all life on this planet.
You could say rivers are created by glaciers for a purpose.
I ponder those mountains and glac
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Real Estate
The cost of intellectual property has gone up.
I can already feel the ideas curdling like milk,
Strings of silver silk lining
Tangling it up so neatly--
A package for the loan-shark in my bed in the morning.
A message to my lover, to whom I owe such a debt:
All you ever do anymore is take.
My poems crumble at the touch,
Fading into the clusters of Sunday brunch and Family Guy reruns.
What's the price of the two seconds of quiet
Without a pile of unfilled lines awaiting my autograph
Ruffling through the papers you'll have me sign-
What wouldn't I give to sign with the devil, over you...
Teetering on the corner of thought,
My pen limp and b
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A little mix of Portuguese, Spanish, and English (respectively per stanza) for the listening ears in your mind.
More Numbers
One
More hour
And I break on you
Two
More chances
And you lose this game
Three
More days
And I'll see you in Hell
Four
More moments
And we're all dead
Five
And no more
For we are nothing
Six
More hours
And you're already broken
Eight
More chances
And you're already lost
Nine
More days
And we meet again
Ten
More moments
And we are all finished
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More Numbers
One
More hour
And I break on you
Two
More chances
And you lose this game
Three
More days
And I'll see you in Hell
Four
More moments
And we're all dead
Five
And no more
For we are nothing
Six
More hours
And you're already broken
Eight
More chances
And you're already lost
Nine
More days
And we meet again
Ten
More moments
And we are all finished
2.17.14
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Original. Three languages in one poem.
(But what about the seven?)