Garden

Rosy sky, black forests,
At the mountain where Afroditis rests.
Worship at her feet,
Among quivering orchids retreat.

Cielos rosa, bosques negros

En la montaña en la que Afrodita descansa.

Adora a sus pies,

entre temblorosas orquídeas reposa.

Refuge warm and ready,
Blank mind, galloping heart, knees unsteady,
Silky pearls and many treasures,
fountain of life and pleasure.

Un refugio tibio y listo,

Mente en blanco, corazón galopante, piernas débiles,

Perlas como seda y un gran tesoro,

Fuente de vida y placer.

The embrace of quiet darkness,
Dance of stars and fire caress
Forbidden, covetted, sacred deviation
My garden of creation.

El abrazo de la serena oscuridad.

Prohibido, codiciado, sagrada desviación,

Danza de estrellas y caricias de fuego,

Mi jardín de la creación. 

Porque vivo/Because I live

 Me haces falta

En las noches cuando no quiero ver a nadie

Me haces falta cuando no me siento linda

Me haces falta en los días en que venias a mí por refugio

I miss you

During the nights in which I don't feel like seeing anybody

I miss you when I don't feel beautiful

I miss you on the days that you used to come to me for shelter

Te empujo al cajón del fondo de mi mente en los días que rio

Me digo que te he olvidado y ya no te anhelo cada día y lo creo

Y no te espero, y ya no te pienso

Y ya no te rio y ya no te lloro

Pero te extraño cuando el murmullo calla y el grillo canta

Cuando mi mente deambula como ebrio en un callejón

 I push you to the bottom of the drawer, to the back of my mind on the days that I laugh

I tell myself I´ve forgotten you and that I don’t long for you every day and I believe it

I don't wait for you, I don't cry for you anymore

But I miss you when there´s silence and the crickets sing

Whenever my mind stumbles like a drunk

Porque vivo todavía te conservo,

Porque te quedaste en mi recuerdo como otra pintura de hace tiempo atrás

Porque no estás te pienso en las noches en que no me tengo, en las noches en que no existo

Con corazón pesado y lágrima en mejilla toco la herida que ha sanado ya

No es la herida, es el recuerdo el que escoce la emoción

 Because I live, I have you with me

Because you´re stuck in my memory like one more painting from some time ago

Because you´re not here I think about you in the nights that I don't belong to myself, in the nights that I don't exist

With a heavy heart and a tear rolling down my cheek I touch the healed wound that you left

It´s not the wound that hurts but the memory that stabs my emotions

Es un instante que se estira en espiral desde donde contemplo el ayer

Donde tus manos rozaron el espacio en que no estaba

Y el mañana en el que de nuevo olvidaré tu ausencia

 It´s just a moment that stretches turning in spirals from where I glance back at the past

Where your hands grazed against the space in which I was not

And the future in which I´ll forget your absence once again

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I liked this one, it just happened a few weeks ago haha it feels nice when poetry comes back to me, it´s been such a long time since my poetry muse has left me but hey! I’ll take what I can get haha Btw, my mom loved this one lol lol she says I got in her head and wrote her thoughts hahaha 

The brief space in which you´re not around

I´ve known this song for a long long time. But just today, as I heard it, it made me think of Nichole.

Let me see if I can make any justice to the lyrics -it´s in Spanish

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There are still remains of humidity
her smell fills my loneliness
on the bed her silhoutte´s like a promise
of filling the brief space in which she´s not around
I still don´t know if she´ll be back
nobody knows what she´ll do tomorrow
she breaks all stereotypes, she doesn´t let anyone in
she never ask anything for what she gives
she´s often violent and cute
she never speaks of forevers
but she gives herself as if there´s one single day to love
she doesn´t like company
but she loves thought-provocking songs
I haven´t asked "are you stying?" yet
I´m afraid her answer will be negative
I prefer to share her instead of emptying my life of her
she´s not perfect
but she´s the closest to what I´ve dreamed of
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You

I embrace you with every one of my words

I kiss you with each letter in them

My soul is engraved in paper

Waiting to be welcome by  your wide opened arms

Waiting for a glance of your brilliant light

brightness that you hide under a thick layer of doubts,

under that misterious and sensuous stance of yours

under the magnetism and color that you exude

I miss you, you wait for me

You demand, I yield to you

You walk and I follow without hesitation

You mock me, I go mute

I uncover you, you cry

You talk, I´m yours

I open up to you, you become a stone

Sometimes, you mumble what I need to hear

and your whispers surpass any deafening cry that my torn soul might utter

equally easy you can shred my heart to nothing.

No matter what, it is you, intriguing ´till insanity

inhabitant of dreamland

with a gaze made out of broken mirrors

burning glaciers your hands

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Spanish Original version

Unthinkable

More than what I thought,

A perfect vision to my soul...

Words that made the atmosphere change:

to crush me to the ground

or let me soar up, rising with the wind

A perfect vision 

that uncovers my soul

and brakes me down,

crumbles my determination

and throws me beyond my wildest dreams

Unthinkable.

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Original version

Haiku

Angel´s hair falling from the sky

They crash on everything alive

 then shatter away

sprinkling all around

with light and color

**This is named Haiku because it´s my attempt at copying the poems of a book I read.
Original version