"armando" poems
Everyone, after all, was killed:
he who was crucified,
he who died without skin,
he who died without a head,
he who was drowned,
he who was thrown down
from the wall of the Temple,
which shortly after that
ceased to exist.
Everyone, after all, was tormented;
he who was put at the mercy
of lions and Neros,
he who was roasted on the bonfire,
he whose eyes were gouged out.
Everything was justified
on the excuse that no one
can live eternally
and that it is impossible
to avoid death.
Through the narrow gates of paradise
passed so many martyrs
that the gates in the end
had to be widened.
Kudos to the executioners!
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It was a night of simple frolicking,
we ate worms & danced
Grand Funk,
choo-chooed on tequila.
The room swirled,
I was the engine,
you the coal-car
fed me the vibes,
as we circled,
spinning serpentine
through the juiced-crowd
of Don Armando revelers.
We escaped for fresh air,
stole a quick swim
under the entire universe,
embraced like drunken-lovers.
I traced your face with warm kisses,
felt your body pressed
into mine like a glove.
The stars above
twinkled brighter,
you did not fight
my entry nor your resolve,
as we evolved into a tidal wave.
I bled my soul into you,
you saved every drop.
Later, we skinny-dipped
in the shower-bank,
listening to the others
washing away their own salt,
playing & moaning,
savoring their own souls &
collecting drops.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
Días de aceptar lo inaceptable,
de despertar, de caminar sin regresar a ver,
ir haciendo historias, armando puentes,
nuevas maneras de ser, siendo el mismo,
cambiar algunas incongruencias de la vida,
para tener otras; volver a empezar,
sin creer en el destino,
reescribir cada situación de manera diferente,
siendo consciente del cambio,
pero sin interpretarlo, y solo dejarse ser,
irrepetible, inconsistente, irrenunciable,
ambiguamente nuevo, frío y claro,
sin miedo, días de vivir a mi manera.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC
Tristes van los zamoranos metidos en gran quebranto;
retados son de traidores, de alevosos son llamados;
más quieren todos ser muertos que no traidores nombrados.
Día era de san Millán, ese día señalado,
todos duermen en Zamora, mas no duerme Arias Gonzalo;
aún no es bien amanecido que el cielo estaba estrellado,
castigando está a sus hijos, a todos cuatro está armando,
las palabras que les dice son de mancilla y quebranto:
-Yo he de lidiar el primero con don Diego el castellano:
si con mentira nos reta, vencerle he y hágoos salvos;
pero si cualquier traidor hay entre los zamoranos,
y él nos reta con verdad, muerto quedaré en el campo.
Morir quiero y no ver muerte de hijos que tanto amo.
Las armas pide el buen viejo, sus hijos le están armando,
las grebas le están poniendo; doña Urraca que allí ha entrado,
llorando de los sus ojos y el cabello destrenzado:
-¿Para qué tomas las armas? ¿Dónde vas, mi viejo amo:
pues sabéis, si vos morís, perdido es todo mi estado?
¡Acordaos que prometistes a mi padre don Fernando
de nunca desampararme ni dejar de vuestra mano!
Caballeros de la infanta a don Arias van rogando
que les deje la batalla, que la tomarán de grado;
mas él sólo da sus armas a su hijo don Fernando:
-¡Dios vaya contigo, hijo, la mi bendición te mando;
ve a salvar los de Zamora; como Cristo a los humanos!
Sin poner pie en el estribo don Fernando ha cabalgado.
Por aquel postigo viejo galopando se ha alejado
adonde estaban los jueces, que ya le están esperando;
partido les han el sol, dejado les han el campo.
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I been having a craving and guess what it was,
the dish is called Armando here what it's made of.
1 cup of sweetness, because you are beyond sweet.
So creamy and so smooth it's a rare delicate treat.
2 teaspoons of intelligence to soften the mixture,
With hint of kindeness to make it sweeter.
A flavor so rich filled with victoria secret and a red rose flower,
with a dash of hood called it Eat Egg thats a little sour.
This dish knock me off the roof,
I enjoy it so much it gave me a sweet tooth.
A tooth so sweet that my other teeth couldn't measure up, compared to the desert Armando the other deserts lost no matter what.
Out of all the dishes I had you are the sweetest to me, maybe I'm under a spell of a magician magic mystery.
I could crave it at work or sitting in a chair,
I could want it at home, I could have it anywhere.
Each bit is savory it lift me cloud high, its better than ice cream with sprinkles or a mouth full of pie.
This Armando dish is sweeter than my delicious cheesecake, I can eat it so much and never get a tummy ache.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC