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May 29 · 91
ASTRONAUT
Identified May 29
I was the astronaut who left Earth,
to conquer his own heart.

I left the social orbit,
and entered the inner cosmos.

I left the Milky Way,
abandoning every judgment,
every outside gaze.

I went to every constellation,
every cosmos,
until I found my universe.

I examined every star,
to search for my brilliance.

Three light-days away was my sun,
beating strongly.

I am the astronaut who walks,
through the tulip field.
May 28 · 96
Soft Caress
Identified May 28
Here, caressing the curls
of my hair,
thinking of the sweet scent
that your skin gives off.

Scent of tenderness,
with a smile that nestles in my eyes,
intoxicated in the dark night,
darkest of my happiness.

I might not love you,
but I love you,
not only do I love you,
I prefer you.

I love you,
but I don't need you,
I love you like a flower in the garden,
I want to care for you every day,
to admire its beauty,
when the sun caresses its petals.
May 27 · 69
SPEAK TO ME.
Identified May 27
Speak to me slowly,
I want to understand every word that comes out of your mouth,
I want to savor every letter you use,
I want to feel every syllable you pronounce.
Speak to me slowly,
I want to understand your troubles,
I want to know how you achieved each victory
and how much each renunciation cost you.

Speak to me slowly,
I want to understand what you say,
I want to know about your mistakes,
and for you to tell me from the depths of your soul,
what you felt in each situation.

Speak to me slowly,
I want to understand you,
and try to feel what you felt,
and if I can't, I'll just give you a hug.
May 25 · 82
ID
Identified May 25
ID
She has no name, Olivia,
she has large eyes,
projectors of her soul.
Her eyes illuminate presence,
the simple and profound presence of being.
She is ageless
even though she has traveled around the sun 29 times.
She resolves existentialism
just by walking,
and chooses to be.
She is not from anywhere,
but the planet
chooses to inhabit her.
She speaks only one language,
with a sweet accent.
She speaks the language of love.
Identified May 25
"Sad with a vocation for joy,
joyful on the outside but eternally sad on the inside.

A smile and a head held high,
as if nothing had happened,
after all, we're adults.

Adults don't cry.

Anger, bitterness, expectations, and loves,
all in the dark room of depression,
residing in my chest.

A smile and a head held high.

We can't show vulnerability.

The desire to take away this misfortune,
or to take away a part that's no longer ours,
or perhaps that sadness that shelters us in solitude,
is what we want to take away.

But it's the only thing that accompanies us,
that doesn't make us feel so alone.
Even though she's guilty,
of so much loneliness,
of not showing who we are,
and what we feel.
May 25 · 123
IVORY SMILE
Identified May 25
I can show you so many scenes,
from my entire life.
However I arrange them,
however I tell them,
the movie will be different.
The rich can be poor,
and love can be heartbreak.
Happiness can be boredom,
nostalgia can be sad.
The poor can be loved,
and heartbreak can be rich,
Happiness can be nostalgia,
and sadness can be boredom.
But behind all this,
there is you and your ivory smile.
May 24 · 59
Untitled
Identified May 24
It was a goodbye,
A different goodbye.

It sounded the same,
but it felt a little different.

It sounded like a daily goodbye,
but it felt like,
see ya never.
It felt like a see ya never,
to time and space,
but a forever to emotions,
experiences, and connections.

It was a goodbye to the body of the bond,
but not to the soul of what we'd lived.
May 21 · 87
Other people's pride
Identified May 21
Everyone says I should feel proud,
for everything I've accomplished,
but the truth is, I feel tired.

Tired of meeting all those other people's expectations,
of not being able to give up.

I just want a day when no one expects anything from me,
just a hug,
but for them to come right up to me,
right up to my side so I can give it to them.

Tired of listening to solutions,
or opinions at best,
but no one looks inside,
my inside,
to see how I'm feeling.
May 20 · 90
7 cardinal points
Identified May 20
"Don't let the wall fall on you,
when they take away your painting."

My tearful heart,
with the walls in the floor,
ceiling, living room, and dining room.

The basement didn't know where to go,
it was already buried,
like my confidence and self-esteem.

My eyes wept blood,
and my heart tears.

You're poisoned, my slapped heart said,
while my brain had released so many toxins,
to exterminate the world's population.

But the voice of my mind was the important one,
singing to the 7 cardinal points,
we're useless, we're worthless.
May 20 · 66
Other people's pride
Identified May 20
Everyone says I should feel proud,
for everything I've accomplished,
but the truth is, I feel tired.

Tired of meeting all those other people's expectations,
of not being able to give up.

I just want a day when no one expects anything from me,
just a hug,
but for them to come right up to me,
right up to my side so I can give it to them.

Tired of listening to solutions,
or opinions at best,
but no one looks inside,
my inside,
to see how I'm feeling.
May 19 · 42
Untitled
Identified May 19
These will be the last verses of this stage.

Verses of love, suffering, searching,
and much compassion.

Questions were answered,
and new ones were generated.

We cried, we were hopeful,
we died, and we were reborn.

76,000 words and 14,000 feelings,
3,000 tears and 18 sighs.

“Simple feelings on paper,
my greatest support,
my only company,
and my most faithful sage.”
Identified May 18
I remembered her,
every time I breathed,
and I feel you every time I breathe.

***** smoke,
that fills my chest,
and doesn't let me feel my soul,
or my feelings.

I desired her in silence,
and my heart wants to go out and find you,
desperately in the streets,
like an addict who can't find his fix.

I tasted her in every kiss,
that fresh cherry flavor,
contaminated by my tarry breath.

She hurt me, broke my heart,
took me to the divine heavens,
you hurt me, put me in a hospital,
and you're going to take me underground.

My mind cries for peace,
my soul for respite,
in this toxic relationship they'll never have it.

You were poison disguised as nectar,
I thought you were comfort,
but you were wound.
I thought you were the cure,
and you were the poison.
May 17 · 86
EMOTIONAL CLOSET.
Identified May 17
Today is sunny,
and the heat begins.
Butterflies fly,
and goldfinches sing their song.
Change of season,
and time to cleanse the heart.
We will remove all the ill-gotten loves,
all those that don't warm us.
We will clean the dust from our chests,
and with it will go all those unhealed, misunderstood, and mismatched loves.
We will remove all the loves that have gone out of style,
those that have outgrown us and those that have grown out of us.
We will take down those faded loves,
that we no longer remember existed.
We will take down all those wrinkled and torn loves,
to hang new ones with more color, more fun.
We will clean up everything that needs cleaning,
to start over,
in the new season.
Identified May 15
There are days when the chest feels heavy,
as if the world had forgotten
how to give hugs.
There's a child inside,
who doesn't ask for much —
just a wordless caress,
an "I'm with you" that won't go away.
There's no mistake in feeling
that the warmth of a close body is missing,
the simple touch
of someone who demands nothing
more than to be there.
And if today the world isn't enough,
if other people's arms don't reach,
remember that your hands also heal,
that your chest also warms,
that your soul knows how to love itself
when it allows it.
So hug yourself,
as someone who loves you would,
with tenderness, with love,
without conditions or haste.
Because yes, you deserve that love.
May 15 · 82
Untitled
Identified May 15
I'm here but I'm not,
I'm here but I'm gone.
My heart is here,
but my head is there.
I'm here struggling with the anxiety
of being there.
May 9 · 110
Getting drunk
Identified May 9
“I stayed getting drunk on your memories,
here I am feeling my own feelings.
Drowning in nostalgia with little ice.
Feeling lonely in my own loneliness,
and feeling the nostalgia of my longing.
A black hole in my heart, a cosmos,
absorbing every emotion, every energy around me.
A heavy hand on my shoulder, giving me strength,
to rise again.”
May 5 · 59
Untitled
Identified May 5
In another life, I was a sailor and I kissed your lips.
In another life, we lived in a cave, and we warmed each other with the fire of our love.
In another life, you were my princess,
And I was a simple blacksmith.
Two worlds, a sincere encounter.
In this life, we chose each other, as in other lives, out of simple desire.
In the next life, I will recognize your gaze and choose you again.
Identified May 4
Without knowing what love was,
I gave you my heart.

Without knowing what love was,
I gave you all of me.

Without knowing what love was,
I put up no defenses.

Without knowing what love was,
we let each smile flow.

Without knowing what love was,
we hurt each other,
for not knowing how to love each other.
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