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We were eating diner a heartfealt family meal a red aura asceued throughout enuced my appeal. He asked what the meal was called. I looked at the *** as my mom's voice trailed off, "Um... meat with sauce" The deep red chile con nopales todava existe con todas estas reglas sociales She softened her tongue for colonizer mouths we were eating our food in her own house Chile colorado that stained her hands turned to twisted song that sung a sour dance. The conversation lasted a few seconds but to me the thought beckoned Its call Chile Colorado for it's deep red hue, like the spilled blood of my ancestors and I wonder; "What would they do?" I draw my tortilla through the salsa pero entre mi corazon algo senti falsa. Why do we lie by our own words Its almost like we are scared to be heard. The sharp english language hurts like a cut but my creamy soft spanish rolls of my tounge. Chile is a Nahuatl word A representation of a blend of my two cultures Mestiso, a swirling blend of my Spanish colonizers and my Native soul stuck between two worlds, a song sung like a Oriol My brown tint skin, like the pews of a church or a sad sung hymn, they do not hide behind a colonized word so why should I hide the names of a food of which with love we feed to you.
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Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 2:23 PM UTC
Chile Colorado
Iba por un túnel oscuro, aferrado a la promesa de la luz, un final que me cambiaría, un final en el que quería creer. Encontrarme no fue fácil ni apresurado, pero tampoco imposible. No todo era sombra, había destellos en mis propios susurros. Cuando me vi en el túnel, me abracé. Me sostuve fuerte y prometí no soltarme. Ahora me entiendo, me acepto, y camino junto a mis pasiones y mis miedos. La vida es distinta. Me siento más fuerte, no solo en cuerpo, sino en mente. Más consciente, más preparado, con ganas de compartir mi voz. Así como lo lees, me encontré. El futuro es incierto, pero si algo tengo claro, es que ya no me perderé.
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Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 11:19 AM UTC
Me encontré
Let me you take to A forbidden place Where the water is gold And stars are jade Rainbow nation Elevation Reach another level Of consciousness The birds they talk And we can fly And swim simultaneously In the silver sky The fountain of youth Is located there The garden of fairies Pairidaeza,Pari-desh They say it's in the East I differ Where all are happy With a delighted face You can't reach there by a taxi A moonlit lake near Mt.Cotopaxi Shrouded in dark black snowflakes You will here the primal music A flute, of when this world began They make lose your senses And you'll find yourself in another land Pairidaeza,Pari-desh Imagine a portrait of heaven Painted with infinite colours And we ain't ever getting older For death can't visit there Birds singing such Mellifluous tunes Of when this universe Was just an egg Diamond laden streets Live in your dreams Fly and swim in these skies Now, if you close your eyes You can go there
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Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 9:33 PM UTC
Pairidaeza
I heard the chimes of iniquitous wind rush in upon familial branches bent in the middle it sent the smallest stems adrift to spiral as lost sons and daughters captured in darkness and forced to bow before the lightning strikes of tyranny
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Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 9:33 AM UTC
Night Hangs Like a Prisoner
ya chao culiaa para la wea que no había naa dejate de ser la desesperaa que mimos mañas mañanas pasan, deja las vueltas las volaas las mentiras la wea que te da de atrapaa lo típico. asi que ahora borraa quiero estar drogaa abrasada ja en brazos brasas no te quiero naa pero igual me teni pegaa ya basta ah perra sumisa confundida no sé que decir más solo se que ya no da pa repetir la forma en la que va voy vengo y no me fuí mas encima de te crei tan gigante en tu entrega pero eri un orgasmo barato un mal rato un rico recuerdo de cabra chica la navida se acabaron las que no soy lo que vendí me gaste así de nuevo ni me corrí (en lugar, de, en) te creiste mas de lo que conocí no me wevi salte de ahí ya no estai invitado no me digai que me queri sabemos que es así pero en error me repetí te herí me pasé pero pendejo eri.
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Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 2:23 AM UTC
om
It's smaller than I remember Not that I possessed many things, though, it always seemed like everything could fit in here even the things I scarcely use; The woolen jumper that scratches my neck, The mittens, now too small to fit, The bandanna with a stain or two Its strange how things get put away to not be seen again That is what I am now in this moment. I must remind myself to air out my cupboard once I get out. I'm breathing in the stale air my possessions do It smells of worn wood and detergent The smell of a home I've always known. There is a faint rattling I try and hold my legs together to keep them from shaking I hate that all I can hear is my short breath I don't want to move to rub my eyes again. Silence A thud. Nothing More thuds of weighted boots Silence again My legs are cramping now That recent growth spurt didn't do me good. My **** knees keeping knocking together Mama always said I couldn't keep still Why do I get the feeling that once I leave my small cupboard That I won't be the same again?
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 9:06 PM UTC
And what came after.
A man with the people's good at heart And self inflicted gun shots from an AK-47 Lay dead in the palace of currency American funded bombs drop overhead Radio waves shiver through the air Carrying his final words Let not his sacrifice be in vain Let us repair and rebuild avenues across which great men and women will walk ¡Viva Chile! ¡Viva el pueblo! ¡Viva los trbajadores!
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Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 11:52 PM UTC
¡Viva Allende!
*por mi parte soy o creo ser músico escuchadora de la nada, visitante del mundo, admiradora de los gatos, uno de los animales, la interpelante, creyente que todo es interesante, investigadora de los ojos, amante de las ondas, bastante obstinada, pero cada vez tu ayudante una habladora, la interruptora del silencio de todos modos la guardia de tu gran secreto simpatizante del arte, todo lo que es dulce, las lenguas romanas y las puestas del sol enemigo de la monotonía y el capitalismo luchadora por todo lo que es un organismo*
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Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 5:14 PM UTC
Autorretrato, como Pablo Neruda