Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

dead in the night
all alone
dead inside

eyes wide open
glued to the ceiling
gone all mental healing

all the overthinking
praying for redemption
followed by slow blinking
for shame, i'm left with feelings of abnegation.

i wonder why i disappear
texts unread
missed calls
half-written messages
cancelled plans
faded into the crowd

i sleep in too late
i don’t sleep at all
because it’s easier to explain those things
than the heaviness in my chest

but the thing is,
they don’t go unnoticed

I want to lay in the hands of death,
as my last breath fogs
the windows.

I want to be loved,
but love is a complicated thing
and I don’t know
if I deserve it.

I am tired.

Still,
I have decided
I want to live.

Cada vez que veo tu rostro me parece ver un bello atardecer.
Cada vez que veo tu rostro me parece ver la inmensidad de un campo lleno de flores.
Hermoso en cada rincon , pacífico en sensación y colorido en todo su esplendor.
Cada vez que veo tu rostro me parece ver un universo de estrellas, capaz de irradiar luz y calidez a quienes lo rodean.
Cada vez que veo tu rostro veo la obra más majestuosa del mejor museo del planeta.
Cada vez que veo tus rostro veo aquello que deseo por siempre admirar.
Cada vez que veo tu rostro veo lo que en mi vida por siempre más voy a amar.

I want to
go right
And pick
the perennial
flowers
That cover
what the eye
can see,
I’ve seen
the Fields
of Indian blankets
And spider lilies

I think
of myself
laying Down
and resting
my eyes
As the sunset
showers me
With color
and despair.

Today
I’ll go left
instead
To see
what waits
For me there.