Y que el rocío de la lluvia en Seattle
te recuerde a mis mejillas mojadas
I want you to want me ugly,
And that your memory of me
had no imagine of Beauty
Quiero que me quieras fea,
Porque ya muchos años llevo—
en mis hombros y pestañas,
cargando el peso de querer ser bonita
I want you to love me ugly,
Because I’m tired of only being but one thing,
beautiful is too small of a word
for how much I am worth
(written on August 11, 2022)
Jul 18, 2023
Jul 18, 2023 at 8:12 PM UTC
A life without love
Is a life without ends
Not a road
Just a stationary point
Maybe a life with one single end—
the one without love
Only one cause to strive for
And truly just one without more
Maybe a life with not one end at all
A life as a permanent “x”
One point in history
And no true value at all
A life without love
Why life at all?
Still we breathly*strive
All without tone
How can life exist without tension?
How can harmony continue to be,
Or anything without boundaries?
No limits because the limit is itself
Not even French man, Lagrange
Could solve this one life
The one without love
The one that sets itself as none
So I do my best impression of the sun
Extending its ten thousand rays through the whole
The many ends and ways I let Love create
All out me and the itch inside my soul
And I do my best impression to revolve
Become the revolution that I must long for
So I do my best impression of all that crosses my path
Wildly roaming as the wallowing water road
A river that can’t be just one permanent sea
And so I ask and plea
To excuse myself from my wish
“Dear Sky, today I want be me,
A river that obeys no one”
And I ask my spheric, life-long ceiling
“Do you have limits at all?
No corners or endings
You yourself have become one”
And today I ask for forgiveness
I do not want to mirror a limit
I want to run across the sphere
And become, until love extinguish
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 1:17 AM UTC