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Rahima Espat Poem
Estas ahi??
Me pregunto que hay detras de mi reflejo obscuro en el monitor,
Estas ahi? –me pregunto sin cesar.
añoro el sonido de tus mensajes,
La fuerza de tus palabras
Que dia a dia estremesen mi ser
Alentando me a suguir aqui.
Esta ahi?- pregunto nuevamente.
Como es possible que sin saber quien sos
Invadas mis pensamientos?
Asaltes mis Sueños??
Y alegres mi corazon???
Se que detras de mi reflejo hay alguien,
Si eres tu, no lo se.
Estas ahi???
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El amor a primera vista
No se define con los ojos.
Se define con la química inexplicable
Que toma control instantáneo
Sobre dos personas sin conocerse.
Ya sea física oh virtualmente,
Esta emoción envuelve los sentidos de los individuos
Obstruyendo la razón y en forzando determinación
Para ir contra viento y marea
Con tal de poder llegar a conocerse.
Los ojos son el portal,
Atreves de ellos comienza la atracción.
Pero en caso de un ciego, ¿que?
Para poder sentir el aura y buenas energías
Tan solo necesitamos estar vivos.
El amor a primera vista no es amor.
Es un cariño puro que brota de dos.
El comienzo de algo grande
Y la oportunidad de poder conocer,
Nacer, crecer y vivir una gran historia de amor.
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I stare blankly at the skies above;
Partially blue with enormous grey tumultuous clouds on one extreme,
And the bright midday sun shining before my eyes.
I go back to the first instance I saw you.
Tantalized by the aesthetic persona that caught my attention,
In an unexpected place at the most random time.
The first time our eyes met,
Shyly glancing at each other with lust hidden
Behind dilated pupils.
The first exchange of words,
That angelic voice with a Mexican accent,
A lovely melody to my ears.
The space in between us,
Could never be enough to keep us apart
As for now u reside in my heart.
Deep emotions encrypted in my veins,
Forever longing your presence
Your scent on me reigns.
Like a hound dog in the wild,
Without trace your path I will find.
The light that you expel will lead my way.
But for now here I lay on the rich green grass,
Cherishing our precious moments on live mental images
Until we meet again they shall keep our love awake.
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Cuando de reojo veo tú silueta;
Paran mis latidos,
Mi cuerpo se estremece,
Y se alborotan mis sentidos.
El el silencio de esta fría soledad;
Te grito lo que siento,
Te revelo mis deseos,
Pero no hay nadie que logre escuchar.
Volteo la mirada sólo para verte pasar;
Perdiendome en tú caminar.
Mis ojos cuidandote,
Mientras me pregunto, en quién pensaras?
Continuo mi camino en silencio;
Todo vuelve a la normalidad.
Por escrito guardo estos sentimientos,
Para de ellos nunca volver a hablar.
-Volcán Inactivo
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Caminaba sola por la orilla del mar,
Ola tras ola veía como mi pensar navegaba.
Tu sonrisa imprimida en mi mente,
Tus palabras siendo repetidas.
De la nada de reojo tu reflejo mire.
Con emoción volteo para sorprenderme.
Y vaya que sorpresa.
Quede hechizada con tu belleza.
Los colores vividos del atardecer simbolizaban mi alegría,
Resplandeciendo hasta terminar el día.
Caminamos, platicamos y nuevamente
Otra vez nos enamoramos.
Se hacía tarde y a despedirme iba.
Cuando a abrazarte me gire,
En el suelo termine.
Fue ahí, con almohada en brazos
Que supe que anoche te soñé.
-Volcán Inactivo
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Morbid gloomy night in the middle of fall,
Sitting on the window waiting on your call.
The skies are kicking and punching;
Throwing a tantrum against the wall.
My heart breaks with your absence,
But there is more to you than just your presence.
I now lay on your side of the bed,
Searching, tracing the last bits of your essence.
It’s all now coming to an end,
And it’s up to the solid grounds to comprehend.
Rain is always needed in order to grow,
Love is a plant and must ascend.
The coast is clear inviting morning to appear;
Chirping birds and colors coming from the rear.
A ray of sunshine enhancing a rainbow in the dark;
Soon we will be together, maybe just another year.
-Inactive Volcano
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I recall, as I stare at you
Of the first time I noticed you.
I was far too young and naive
To notice what was underneath your weave.
Your dance, your shifts, your sway,
Came to my sight and got in my way.
Nothing compared to your gloss up high,
Illuminating the dark night sky.
Your sisters, daughters or whatever they might be,
A million eyes, all intrigued, observing me.
I gaze in awe at such beauteous sight.
Marveled, I wonder, do I have any rights?
I take a walk down the lane,
It’s such a shame I don’t know your name.
How to adore you? What words to use?
So many points against me, I’m afraid to lose.
There stood my silhouette opposite to your reflection,
As you performed your nightly ritual in the same direction,
It was then I knew, you knew I was there.
And ever since then you followed me everywhere.
So romantic were those nocturnal dates,
Where it was I, who drank the grapes,
Not a single word but so much said.
You were like a book I had already read.
As time passed by I began to age,
And your eternal splendor filled me with rage.
So weak and empty I felt inside.
This must be one of life’s twisted rides.
Finally the day I expected came to date.
I was waiting on my departure but didn't count on fate.
Totally unaware I flew to your light
And quickly past by you I went out of sight.
Oh! How could I have not known?
That your daughters or sisters were your back bone.
Long gone admirers that once held you in their goals
And just like me; had given up their souls.
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Walking past the ashes of what once was a dancing fire,
I stare coldly at the greying ground.
Demons unleashed to uncover and expose the ruthless remains
Of unscrupulous beings disguised as mortals.
Rejects from hell that have been kicked out,
Not a single door hasn’t ejected them.
Destruction in their blood, thirsty for revenge;
Unfortunate are those with a pure sweet soul.
A skirmish unraveled embracing the innocence of the impeccable.
Before I knew it, I was unable to move and being held down.
The mighty sword of truth was out of reach, until I managed to stretch.
From left to right it slayed through air eliminating anything in my diameter.
As the tip of the sword ejected them from Earth,
An inevitable explosion was heard.
The atmosphere was covered in falling dust like particles,
While I slowly inhaled my first breath of freedom.
-Inactive Volcano
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Is it a sin? Is it a crime?
That with this life of mines,
All I can think about is death?
I see the Sprouting Black roses,
Rich in color and texture.
Mesmerized I walk towards them.
I have found the meaning again,
Not the meaning in life
But the meaning of living while dead.
An endless ride with souls long gone,
A chariot at full speed being led
By a force unknown.
My surroundings of glitters and gold,
Sparkles shining in every corner I turn
Illuminating the path to my yearned goal.
From above I see the mortals,
And their angered spirits
Fighting with might not knowing their limits.
How can I tell you? How can I try?
Nothing compares to the panorama in sight,
Fulfilling my worthless earthly life.
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A broken indecisive shape roams the ends of town.
It is said that with his hat he covers up his misery.
No one had ever seen him before, or so they thought.
No one thought it was the evolution of what once had been a heart.
Before, vibrant and red in color;
Passion compared to lava for its fiery intensity.
Now, a grey cloud follows his every move,
In attempt to rain and chase anything that might spark a smile.
Han was once a soul,
With a princess as his goal.
But time proved wrong and his essence was not enough
To keep alive a fire while she buried it with sand.
Her last strike was a fatal one,
Without mercy the last flame died.
Laying there submerged under the sand
With no chance of ever lighting back.
He now then picked up the ashes and burnt logs,
Parted with what was left of his all.
Little did he know that things would never be the same.
For little Han Solo had lost the game.
Unable to erupt,
To keep himself alive;
An Inactive volcano
Now became his life….
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