Happy Ending

Happy Ending

Seconds of change, 45

Seconds of change, 45

Letters & Poetry

The red light starts

everything in complete sintony.

the car moves 3km

The red light again

a tree on the side,

then the green,

two trees

an old woman on the street

some trees

an odd couple walking

the yellow light appears

hand with hand, heart with heart

it lasts 30 seconds

an old man dying

my clock ticking

a new person breathing

the car´s  engine working

the yellow light again, 30 seconds

the air scrolling

my heart beating

clouds in the sky

enlightenment,red light 20 seconds

everything in complete alignment

metallic sounds, glass flying

the stars

nothing is in alignment anymore

the sun

everything is fast and slow

the moon

everything stops

the planets

grieving, crying

the sorrows

the sadness

the end.

By Susana Villalvazo

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The Sense of being; and what not.

The Sense of being; and what not.

Letters & Poetry

You, I see you.
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You, glare, you, cringe, you, silent laughing and walking away.

There you are going back to pretending you are not amused by the sudden change in a crowd you feel estranged by.

You, subjective objectifier.

You hate the laws of physics, you hate formulas, anything exact, anything that doesn’t allow you to leave fingerprints for an answer.
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Multiple choice exams are excruciating, you try to find a hidden message between equations, you are certain that exponents and roots have nothing to say to to you.

Still, you’ve always had this thing for discovering imaginary riddles in things that don’t want to hold a conversation.

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You introverted social creature, you Kafkian character.

You, make-believe sociologist

You, dream catcher, dream-let-go-er .

You, you thought things would turn out differently, didn’t you?

You thought the answers would’ve emerged with the experience acquired, you believed the promises of blue elders…

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