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paulinafalomir
paulinafalomir
I behave like a subatomic particle.
A veces me mareo de tanto blanco, No se malentienda, gran color ese blanco Sólo me marea verlo y verlo en todos los edificios, Las paredes Y no me marea el color en sí, Me marea la intención Me marea usar el blanco para adormecer La sensación de acorralamiento en jaulas Que doblegan voluntades A través de necesidades El ser estático en su jaula porque no hay más a donde ir Y las jaulas blancas Para que sienta paz Y las paredes blancas Para que esté tranquilo Me marea el blanco Me marean las intenciones Las intenciones “blancas” Me marea recurrir a colores Para disfrazar crueles realidades Nadie quiere estar sentado todo el día Quizá me marea el truco Me marea Me marea el blanco y lo que implica Me marea el uso Y la pregunta, pero sí no el blanco entonces ¿quién? Entonces ¿cuál? No abundan opciones De jaulas negras, de jaulas rojas, no vendría nada mejor Tiene que ser el blanco Y eso me marea Probablemente me marea la realidad y yo Yo lo refiero todo al blanco Me marea tanto blanco
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Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 4:03 PM UTC
Blanco
What a terror What a joy To feel everything so deeply
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Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 2:10 PM UTC
This chronic condition
Birds migrating fly from here to there Their lives now are changing nothing seems to persevere There's never a home It's always a race Loneliness comes to hide there's no place What's the point in the move? Things never joint They never improve And from here to there tears are shed Through air their eyes can be read Life is not fair
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Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 5:25 PM UTC
Children of divorce (flying out of it part 3)
Inspiration is born in: Dark places Lost cases Consumed chases Forgotten races Empty spaces Mind mazes Someone else's suitcases What life Erases Displaces Absent Embraces Bad places Sad places Disappearing faces So go. Find your aces.
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Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC
Aces
We are alone Feelings at motion We loose it in a world of our own   You make me feel like an ocean
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Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 10:49 AM UTC
There
Lost leaves May i wear you today? Don’t expect what you give Just give what you may. Let’s live for the moment Let’s say i can forget Erase the atonement Get ready, set. Free mind Untied from ground No whine No sound. Do what you do Take the big jump There’s to much to One day we’ll bump.
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Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
Let go
Birds on wires Traded their wings For long lost desires Tried to change things For those hearts that are tired. Birds on wires Stand for long stories And things to admire Stand for my worries And for non stopping fires. Blending in with the sky They wait around They never ask why Suddenly it’s all down And they’ve lost their will to fly.
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC
Traded wings
Birds in cages Dreams on hold Days and ages That will never be told. Sometimes i feel so contained Sometimes i think i might rain. Between bars sits my bird Sees the sky But won’t fly. Wish i could open the door Imagine i erase the floor.
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Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC
Contained (flying out of it part 1)
I want you to tell me I don’t want you to lie But i’m so desperate You might as well try. I need to hear it More if it’s true I’m complicated Simple won’t do. Next thing, You answer Your words don’t just hurt, They’re cancer. Everything i forget My phone My keys But never this. Wish i could rewind Go back Convince my mind Not to ask. Some questions aren’t wise You never know The demons They’ll rise.
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Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
Not to ask
Long ago, Shakespeare said: “Love is blind” A phrase, so misread, that seems kind. If not, Then tell me why: All this cases come a long, Of ripped hearts that can’t just get Why their lover, Simply left. No, you are not blind When you choose, At least then Your eyes are still of use. It is throughout love’s process That your sight fails to see All the little details where your partner Started to flee. Everyone has a lie That they’d wished came true When blindness takes us by, We stick to it, like glue. The game is old: We play a long, When we are aged And when we are young. So when this break up comes as a shock: Just stop Find the bandage, Take it off. And gently, rewind I promise you’ll find What really means to say: “That love is blind”
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
What really means to say love is blind