Inside my hard shell,
within my armor.
On the outside, pretty smiles,
the laughter of my life, in life.
While my heart overflows,
my soul drowns in sorrow,
and when no one is around, pearls.
Pearls of tears, I spilled,
the heart overflows,
in pearls of poems,
small drops.
Drops of the soul,
the despair of living.
Too soft,
too sensitive,
in the misery of love,
a fragile heart for everything,
to see the cruel reality.
Sometimes too many pearls,
pearls embalmed in the soul,
so many tears that they overwhelm me.
A heart overflowing with tears,
tears turned into poems,
sad verses poured out in prose.
While life goes on and everything slips away from us,
verses that detach beautifully,
transforming the tears,
tears that are pearls,
into those poetic pearls.
Spilled pearls,
pearls to see,
to look at and to collect,
through the keyhole,
of that strongbox that is my soul.
Stories of pearls created in breastplates,
in that hidden life no one knows anything about.

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16 - VII - 2025

I love to sing with my heart,
with my lips held tightly together,
without anyone hearing me.
In the silence,
in my silence,
letting my singing soul run free,
free,
in the silence of the soul.
Creating small poems,
musical poems of the heart,
full of words that sing for me.
Without anyone hearing me,
in poems to sing,
to sing life itself.
Words that sing within me,
with my own rhythm every day.
Giving away those songs,
distilled words,
to sing,
in silence.
Verses,
that sing,
reflections of the air,
of the inner noise.
The disguised music,
of my soul's mystery,
delicate air of my life.

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Thank you everyone,
thank you for existing.
Let's give thanks,
for all of us existing,
for all of us living,
miracles of living.
Make everything happen,
make the good grow.
It's the best to live,
it's beautiful to exist.
We are all worthy,
no one is left over.
Dance with me,
look in your mirror,
there is beauty there.
Everything is handsome,
look on the bright side,
listen to the positive.
We are all going to dance,
together or separate,
as you wish, just do it.
Make the world,
make your world,
It will be so much better.
We are all,
so much more.
Look at your side,
there is beauty,
Look at your side,
that beautiful side,
your good side,
make love,
love yourself a lot.
Explode with love,
make love, love,
feel the love,
love flourishes.
Always love,
in winter,
in summer,
always,
love.

With cold,
with heat,
always
with love.
Feel,
that love,
in there,
in you,
in everything,
there is love,
and it is good.
Everything flourishes,
intoxicated,
with love in everything,
in you, in everyone,
in me, in you.
Dance, and dance,
forget the fear,
let's all dance,
don't be afraid,
let everything flow,
and you will be super happy.
With love, everything is,
more, more, a volcano,
life is a magma,
for us all to live happily.
Pour love in streams,
love condensed in potions,
don't let them lie to you,
just speak the truth of loving,
love everyone, love yourself,
and everything will be fine,
life is for loving.
To do everything,
to do good for everyone.
to make a happy world,
no one is left over, forget the wars,
and sow love everywhere.
Put your heart to love every revolution.
Love, the heart is never old,
there is always time to love,
that Love with a capital L.
The answer is Love,
don't let yourself lack love.

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I look at you, and look again,
so blind and deaf.
Fatal and dark destiny,
flesh of fatality.
In this blind war,
of all against all,
in the fate of death.
Winds of hell,
weaving death,
among noises,
of the end.


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In the hands of the fates, in fatality,
in the destiny of blood moons,
in the hands of skewed chance.
In a world at war,
where all fall.
Destiny of fate,
final time.
Death,
mistress death.
Owners of the future,
corrupting everything,
in a world that dies,
in the adversity of madness.
A world without destiny,
headed for nothingness.
Fatality
created.
Ill-fated.
Walking,
inauspicious days
destroyers
without any future.
In the Great War,
a war against life,
a fatal destiny of madness,
without destiny, without hope.
Far from the light,
in the shadows,
precipice.
Fatality,
created
of the end.

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THE LIFE HAPPENS TO US

Sometimes life happens to us,
sometimes we pass on life,
and life always goes away.
Day by day,
walking,
going through the days.
Bad days,
good days,
run-of-the-mill days.
Sometimes days that shipwreck,
days to savor a cocktail,
cocktail to brighten up your life.
Life goes away in sips,
life is made,
each day,
it happens to us,
Life is that cocktail,
a cocktail to go through life,
cocktail to brighten up your life.

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A veces la vida nos pasa por encima,

a veces pasamos de la vida,

y siempre la vida se va.

Día a día,

caminando,

andando por los días.

Días malos,

días buenos,

días del montón.

A veces días que naufragan,

días para paladear un coctel ,

cocktail to brighten up your life.

A sorbos la vida se nos va,

la vida se hace,

cada día,

nos pasa,

La vida es ese coctel,

un coctel para ir por la vida,

cocktail to brighten up your life.

MOMENT

A moment, a pile of moments,
a time to take a pause.
In an afternoon overwhelmed by resources,
pending resources, appeals,
the cassations, defense briefs,
so much work piled on the table.
A moment to stop life,
to take a breath of air,
a moment to breathe and live.
While the work piles up,
a moment to stop life.
A moment for a break,
among the lives hanging over us,
in those September jobs.

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