We truly don't know what true love is.
No one truly got it right. Not the bible, not the academics,
neither did the true lovers, the pretenders or the poets.
Love is not always kind, so the bible did lie.
Love is also not rational, so the academics are ****.
Love is not a performance, tell the artists.
Love is not found in letters, write to the poets.
Rather love is a release of control,
yet love is a test of faith and it's a curveball.
Love is surrendering from the grip of force,
love is a constant practice of freefall.

I dream of the day these feet will run
I dream of the day these feet will run dry
I dream of the day these feet will run free
That these feet will run on dry land
That these feet will run on free land
I dream of the day these feet will roam
I dream of the day these feet will walk away
I dream of the day these feet will never soak
That these feet will rest and not stand
That these feet will not meet my hands

This is the list of my wildest wet dreams.
This the list of my dirtiest desires.
This is the list of my nastiest wishes.
These are my secret fetishes.

Punasan ang luha sa iyong mukha,
ika'y umapak sa lupa. Anak ng dukha,
sa iyo ang bukas, ang kalayaan at pag-asa,
sa kamay mo'y umaalab ang pag-ibig ng masa.

Buksan ang bibig, uminom ng tubig,
butas man ang pag-ibig, paghihilom ay darating,
sa iyo ang kapayapaan, hawak mo ang sandata ng tapang.
sa iyo ang kapangyarihan, hatak mo ang tanikalang
di kailanman mangangalawang.

Pagkahupa ng baha ay nasa iyong kamay at paa,
ika'y lumakad, lumusong, lumikha. Anak ng hinirang na lupa,
sa iyo ang kapatagan, karagatan, walang hanggang kalayaan,
sa iyo ang kabundukan, kapuluan, wala nang hadlang
sa iyong kaginhawaan at kinabukasan.

I say it, I said it, I’ve been saying it!
When I pray, and when I end it.
When I’m realizing something.
When I’m unsure of something.
When I’m moaning.
It’s how my mouth opens when I’m about
to laugh
Or when I moan
Oh goodness, especially so.
Or when I sigh
Ah, but of course.
I will never forget you, but I have to.
When I realize something,
I would probably still think about you.
When I’d finally moan for another, I fear
it’s still the first letter of your name I’ll hear.
Ah, I’m gonna drink until my eyes turn red.
Ah, I loved romanticizing about how we met.
Ah, but I can finally face the truth and forget.
Ah, this is cliche but I wish you the best.
Ah, I truly hope you won't have regrets.
Ah, I wish you warmth these months in the west.
I say it, I said it, I’ve been saying it!
I pray, I hope, I wish I really finally ended it.

Today, I bought a new book.
I wanted to give it to you.
When I got home, I cursed myself.
I will cry myself to sleep.
I will dream and cry and curse
myself there, too.
I will write about nobody knows
how much I miss you.

Now my body is not mine, now it's not yours too.
If you think of me sacred, you will not play me like a fool.
"Don't play with food", our elders would say during meals.
But I'll play with you until you begin praying.
Now this body is yours, now this is not mine.
If you believe in anything, throw everything down the line.
"Take this and drink from it", commands the priest.
I'll pray for you until you stop playing.
It's time to take this body, have it bent, broken and twist.
Now my body is holy, now it isn't.
If you thought of me divine, you wouldn't have wasted my time.
If you thought, "I got her, she's mine", that's the highest
and holiest mistake of your life.

Tierra infravalorada
pero aquí es donde vivo,
la Diosa divina del sol de oriente.
Su fuego ardiente,
También vive dentro de ti ahora.
En ti latiendo está.
¡Tierra del queso dulce!
Del barquiron cuna,
Los invasores
No te hollarán jamás.
¡Tierra de todo lo demás más dulce y mejor!
¡Incluso los que odian siguen volviendo por más!
Y en mi azul cielo, en mis auras,
En mis montes y en mi mar,
Esplende y late el mis poemas
De tu amada libertad.
Tu idiomas que en las lides
La victoria iluminó,
las tres estrellas son luces
Que brillan, es el mejor regalo!
Tierra de dichas, del sol y amores,
Tierra de dichas, del sol y amores,
En tu regazo dulce es vivir.
Es una gloria para tus hijos,
Cuando te ofenden, por ti morir