Ever since I was a young child I have enjoyed reading and writing. I delighted in the company of a book and also loved producing my own poetry and fiction. Now I am lucky enough to devote myself to writing professionally as well. I write in English and in Spanish, in this blog you will find a few essays, fiction, poetry, photography, and a LOT of self-healing. I dedicate this blog to my people online, those who make me feel life is worth living. Thank you for being here, you know you are loved
¡Bueno! He vuelto 😁👌Ya se me fue el trauma del divorcio, nunca había estado mejor de ánimo y de salud, y la verdad es que me lo estoy pasando bombazo en mi casita de 100 metros con jacuzzi y columna de hidromasaje y un cocinón precioso y todas las comodidades para mí solaaaaaaaaaaaaa 😍😍😍😍😍
Y no es que ame la soltería, es que ella me ama a mí... 💏Madre mía, yo no me dejo volver a pillar por nadie jamás XD (en plan compromiso me refiero, porque una buena amistad siempre es y será bienvenida en mi castillo juas).
Y vuelvo a sentirme yo más que nunca y a jugar con estilos nuevos de fashion y explorando como una petarda el mundo de la fluidez de género, y a escribir cosas positivas en vez de traumadas, y hoy he escrito un poema para un amigo mío de Insta que creo que es de lo mejorcito que he escrito en inglés, así zas del tirón. Y aquí os lo pongo. La cuenta de mi amigo en Insta es Leonard W @wlpotoart y se dedica a hacer fotos en blanco y negro, muy muy chulas.
Por cierto en NADA termino aquí un cuento corto (bueno, no tan corto 😑 lol) a lo más puro Neil Gaiman de romance y espiritualidad y ángeles y humor que me estoy partiendo al escribirlo, disfrutando como una auténtica cría con una Barbie nuevecita. Así que en pocos días novedades 😎☝💓
Aquí el poema, espero que lo disfrutéis:
LET YOUR MIND FILL IN THE COLOURS
Moments captured in black and white,
And in between all the shades of grey,
There’re no extremes, no wrong or right,
Just the mellow sfumato of the middle way,
So leave your judgements for another day.
Let your mind fill in the colours.
Humanity looking at you from inside the pic,
An instant of the eternity of the ineffable soul.
It has become static what was meant to be a flick,
A perpetual movement that the camera just stole,
Robbing the revolutions of time and space of their role.
Let your heart fill in the colours.
What would these humans have felt, you wonder,
That moment when the snapshot stopped their music?
Unity distributed in a thousand different pieces put asunder,
That the eyesight decodes following a sensory rubric,
Mankind contemplating itself in order to become its own public.
Let your senses fill in the colours.
And I think I may easily fall in love with this person,
Cause of the light of goodness that sparkles in their eyes,
Speaking to me as clearly as a priest recites a sermon,
The snap has trapped the immaterial of their innermost vibes,
Of the beauty of the sentiment that in their heart resides.
Let your desire fill in the colours.
The zen peace of the lack of movement moves the imagination,
Instants become the trigger that’d grow into a thousand books,
Fantasy will not let these people die; it’ll become their salvation
Preserving until the end of times their energy and their looks,
For they’re now creatures of art that the passage of time overlooks.
