Volveré como el cuervo
al sentir hedor muerto
volveré a verte cantar todo.

Tengo la boca llena
de espinas por mentirme al espejo,
hago tregua con mi enemigo
que soy yo mismo
y le miento, pues cruzo los dedos.

Por que he dejado de escribir
las palabras que canto,
por que he dejado el firme dulce
sabor de cantar con amigos,
por que he dejado todo aquello,
el alma , la fotografía, el arte.

Volveré, yo siempre vuelvo,
siempre vuelvo a caer...
en mi enredadera
la mente
pero siempre salgo,
hay luz allá afuera.

Crece y vuelve...

I think of you all day
and all night long,
this routine we have
is not boring at all,
seeing your morning text
makes my day,
saying goodnight
feels alright.

And I know routines
sound monotonous
and tasteless
but loving each other
is not.

I’m grateful we can connect
for some hours
and have the best time,
I also love that even tho
time is not on our favour
we have managed to trick that *******.

I love you

I write poems in the dark
when I’m more vulnerable
when everyone is sleeping
while I bleed my feelings out
in letters that stand one after the other.

I didn’t learn how to be eloquent
it just happens to me once in a while every time my mind is about to colapse.

I feel everything intensely
and sometimes I try to put them in a cage
I place them there until there’s no room for more and then
they just explode.

I write them in the darkness of my bed
the place where I feel safe
the place where I can be alone with myself
the place that has witnessed uncontrollable breakdowns and
that has dried up a whole ocean of tears.

I write poems in the dark because
it’s the only place where I am me.

White, Yellow, and Brown
Different shapes, sizes, and textures
Curly, straight, and wavy
You look at your reflection and do not see it

You're brown
You’re slim, light, and skinny
Your body does not resemble what it means to be a woman in your culture

A Latina woman has curves
A Latina woman's skin glistens underneath the sun
She contains an inner glow that resembles the strength she holds.

A Latina women speaks fluent English and Spanish
The purr that rolls off her tongue when she rolls her “R’s”
Her accent is what blows men away
Her accent is seen as exotic and from another world
But yours is different

You look at your reflection and do not see it
There is no purr because you can't roll the “R’s” off your tongue
Your slight accent is what worries you
Afraid your accent is going to get you a stare instead of a wink.
Afraid to speak you stay quiet and become discrete

You look at your reflection and see
brown sugar that’s sweet and fine
Your skin contains different specks of color which makes you different
The sun captures the qualities that you contain within.

You look at your reflection and see
A woman that speaks the language of romance
The language that distinguishes you from the crowd
The language that brings you strength and courage
The accent you once feared would bring you shame is the same one you have come to love.

You look at your reflection and see
A woman that has grown internally to love herself for the way she is
you contain the inner glow that resembles the strength and knowledge you have attained.

The eclipse has finally passed the sun and your  time to shine has arrived.

White, Yellow, and Brown
Different shapes, sizes, and textures
Curly, straight, and wavy
You look at your reflection and see
A Latina woman.

Solitude taught me
I am capable to bear things
I thought I wouldn't be able to survive.

Patience taught me
I can be more grateful
for the things I longed for.

Love taught me
I can be loved
I am worth it
and that the only thing
that really matters
is that despite everything
what you feel in your heart,
will last forever.