#81

El sol se apaga de repente
quedándose frío e inerte.
Me quedo atónita, observando la catástrofe,
porque no entiendo nada.

A mi alrededor
las personas están aterradas.

Me devuelven la mirada,
heridas,

buscando culpables,
pero yo no entiendo nada.

El sol se deshace
como si nunca hubiera existido
y yo no entiendo nada.

Las palabras, los momentos
y el amor los succiona rápidamente la supernova.

Todo esto pasa en unos instantes,

y sigo sin entender nada.

La nebulosa se queda grabada en mi piel, abriendo paso al agujero negro que se lo traga todo.

Silencio eterno.
Oscuridad infinita.

El sol ya no está,
pero las miradas me siguen castigando.

Estoy cansada; me sujeto el pecho con la mano,

arrullando los tambores,

porque cuando pienso en la supernova

no entiendo nada.

#80

Whenever I feel trapped in my skin
I cut it open with a knife to be free.

What shall be done will be done,
and I shall bleed.

When I feel quiet in my head
I crawl and create new threads.

This Earth is too big to share,
too shallow, too deep.
I am wounded,
when I exhale
will anyone stay near?

What shall be done will be done,
and I shall bleed.

When I can't lull my mind
I climb up the mountain, so high
And I stay still, silenced, heart on my fist
so they can't feel me.

It's okay,
If someone has to be alone
Then I can be.

What shall be done will be done,
And I shall bleed.

They look at me with those eyes,
seeking too much.

What shall be done will be done.

If I can be anything,
I want to be as complex as an atom, or a star.

What shall be done will be done,
and I shall bleed.

It's okay,
If someone has to be alone
Then I can be.

#79

It came to my mind:
people are lonely...
People are lonely.

I just came to realize
that people are lonely
inside their hearts. 

Who am I to judge
If I feel empty inside too?

It came to my mind that...

We all feel lonely inside,
but we pretend we are fine.
We keep saying we are okay
but I know that's a lie.

A lie to ourselves,
our deepest desire.
But our heart longs
to feel someone's fire.

Although it doesn't matter
wether we share bed
with our lover;
inside our heads
we are still lonely.

We should get together,
we should all group up.
Feel the warmth of each other,
the entire humanity in a hug.

Maybe then our hearts will unite,
rib cages beating at the same time.
Maybe only dancing to their rhythm,
as one,
we can transform that lie.

#78

He descubierto

que me gusta hablar del tiempo.

Lo que antes era una conversación banal

ahora es un pequeño y brillante momento.

El tiempo; se habla de él

porque no da pie a discusión,

directamente levantas la cabeza

y ves la verdad escrita en el cielo.

Sonríes, te asombras, te quejas, 

objetivamente avalada por la física del universo.

No hay puyas, política o aspavientos

cuando se habla del tiempo.

Además te hace cómplice,

momentáneamente, de un extraño.

Es algo que todos compartimos

y nadie ni nada puede cambiarlo.

Seas rico, pobre o desgraciado;

alto, bajo, inteligente o no,

el tiempo va a ser siempre

el recordatorio de lo que no podemos cambiar.

#77

I stare at the ocean,
sitting here on its shores.
Who gave me the world?

The sand, fine as blood,
buries my feet and my thoughts.
We are stardust after all.

I don't remember why
I decided to reemerge.
Perhaps to see the rising sun
one last time?

I ponder, I wonder,
digging my feet into my blood,
if the world that is given to me
is fair or is not.

Is ruling the world
the price of the sun?

#76

Los tambores me azotan el pecho.

Siempre uno detrás de otro; andar constante. 

A veces más rápido,

otras más lento,

pero siempre con la misma fuerza,

como si quisieran salir de ahí.

Pero los contengo, porque los necesito dentro.

No sé si se darán cuenta

de que intento cuidar de ellos.

Suenan rápidos, raudos,

todo el rato llaman a mi piel.

Las piernas me fallan,

no pueden sostener su peso.

Me llevo las manos al pecho

y lo intento arrullar a dormir,

pero los tambores lo mantienen muy despierto.

#75

<transcripted>

"Come on, now. I have lost someone.

Not so long time ago, I had a lover. She was...

Beautiful.

She was... The breeze and the sunshine in the middle of the woods.

Sh-She was... The smell of the forest after a rainstorm.

She was... Calm, soft, yet evil haha.

She was... The moonlight for the sheperds. The water of the lost.

She was everything I have loved in this world.

One day she... Became sick. She... I... She lost her <intelligible>... 

Her eyes were no longer full. They were empty. She was no longer the breeze, she didn't remember her name.

She didn't remember my name.

No one knew what happened to her. She was sick for almost a month. And then... She let herself go.

She didn't know who I was...

I pleaded her to stay with me, hoping that some day she would come back. But she was no longer there. She wasn't there.

So she left. And with her, a part of myself.

So, you see... We all lose our loved ones. And the worst part of it is that we are still alive.

Like, we would never die, because a part of us went with them."