Stranded Cinderella

Stranded Cinderella

Letters&Poetry

Originally posted in Spanish on our site Letras & Poesía

I have strolled all those streets where you hugged me,
looking in the corners for that joy I now think lost.

I have walked through Madrid, asking around in the bars.
I have poked around in the benches, in case I found us talking,
and I have stepped into the toilets, just in case
the mirrors still kept my ill-painted lips.

I didn’t want to notice, but
I tore my shoe in that place where you offered me your jacket.

I have crossed running all the red traffic lights of my life.
And I have wished death,
just to get another life
in which not to lose you.

By Crazovey (Spain)

Translation: Luca Arnaldo

Read original in Spanish —> Cenicienta mal varada

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Loads

Loads

Letters&Poetry

Originally posted in Spanish on our site Letras & Poesía

In every line he wrote something he would never achieve, just to remember he had to do it. Every word brought out of him a thorn that would never stop hurting. A mere shadow, an enigmatic illusion visited him recalling who he was, just in case he got lost in that sea of unfathomable words. And there he was, endlessly writing things that slipped from his hands, leaving them on the sheet to prevent them from loading his back when he got ready to fly.

Decisions weigh heavily and you must learn to carry them, to avoid becoming a mere carriage loaded with all the things you could have been and never actually were. Life is all about that; either you load guilt or you load the weight of a wrong decision. Both are titanic weights, but you must choose which…

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Armenian cross-stone
longing for heavenly peace,
praying with piety

SALTO AL REVERSO

Khachkar_en_Montevideo
La cruz armenia
ora por paz celestial,
piedra con piedad.


Tradicional cruz de piedra armenia (խաչքար, jachkar o khachkar) en la Plaza Armenia, Puerto del Buceo, Montevideo.

El breve poema de diecisiete sílabas es un haiku, género típico del Japón, que alguna colega galaica afectuosamente llama “haikiño”.

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