zaira-dianaWhisper

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UntitledIt came to some point / where I no longer wait / even for a simple hi or hello

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Apr 1, 2017

Bled and dried.Your absence / I can taste / whenever I wake

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May 13, 2014

I am looking forward to being 80, 100 even.You are so afraid of getting old / having wrinkles, having flaws, / weakening muscles, fading eyesight,

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May 8, 2014

This is how we loveWe are all kids at heart, / always waiting / for the truck of sweetness

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Nov 16, 2013

AfterWhen I see your smile, / and I know it’s not for me, / that’s when I’ll miss you.

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Nov 7, 2013

Bogart's BonesI saw old friend Bogart awhile ago / in pieces and fragments / of old, preserved bones

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Jul 13, 2013

Then you make me more vulnerable.I don’t remember how long it’s been / since you’ve left, I just know / that you’re gone and

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Jul 9, 2013

In the absence of noise.This silence - / deafening. / I can hear

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Jul 3, 2013

I Want to be Granny's AngelWhen I was little I said to myself that I wanted to be a teacher when I grow up. I remember how I used to play the teacher role and the pupil at the same time. Funny wasn’t it? Crazy. It’s just because I have no playmates then. I’m not an only child but my siblings were away from me. I never wanted to go out and play with other kids like me. I just wanted to be at home with my grandmother. I knew then that being there with her was the safest place. But I wasn’t a lonely kid. I always laugh, I sing, I dance, I wasn’t shy at all. I’m a very bright kid. Well, I know for sure, it’s because I am raised by a very bright woman too - my grandmother. / But there were those times when we’re always at the hospital. I saw her lying on the hospital bed and there were things attached to her. I was so clueless. And then there I saw some men and women dressed in white holding records, medicines with stethoscopes around their neck and some tiaras on their head (well, that’s what I thought then). I’ve always watched them every time they go to our room and check on my lola. They always smile at her. They’re like angels. I thought that they loved her very much because they have really taken care of her. / And so, in that moment I had a change of path. I thought, I don’t want to be a teacher anymore and that what I really want is to become a doctor. And yes! Without a doubt, it’s because of her. I know someday, I will be and I will take good care of her too like the angels in the hospital.

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Jun 28, 2013

To the stranger on the busI wish you knew / that you’re the reason / I get up everyday

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Jun 28, 2013

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