Everything we were

Everything we were

Letters & Poetry

Of the earthquake we were, I remained as the crevice.

Exposed.

With that sound cracking me from inside.

Although maybe it were my ribs while breathing.

Of the storm we were, I remained as the drop,

that became big like a pond, that nobody knew,

but that was deeper and not just a reflection.

Of the hurricane we were, I remained as the calm,

looking at all that disaster we caused to each other,

trying to unite planks from different woods,

dreaming everything as before,

but please, tell me: when did the hurricanes

come back

to order the chaos

they spitted on their way?

Of the time we were, I remained as the today.

Giving you a yesterday that trembled us,

that rained us, that flew us,

that left us without a tomorrow but did not kill us.


By: Mabeletras (Venezuela)

Author of Letras & Poesía


Translated from Todo lo…

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Course

Course

Letters & Poetry

So near, yet so far,
I can’t understand
if I see a reflection
or if you are under my skin.

Maybe it’s a mirror
or it’s what I want to see.
It might be so complex,
but that’s how it should be.

I intertwine my course
hoping to gain access.
I let my hope guide me
and then I observe:

A lighthouse of advice
in the mid of many sketches,
trying to get to shore
like a cox with my memories.


By: Mai Murialdo (Uruguay)

Author of Letras & Poesía


Translated from Rumbo by Luca Arnaldo

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