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  Love’s Love - story - reading   Never mind about love and its lies, Mind about its kiss in a cold night, For its kiss is disguised in cowardice, Mind about its sword, For love doesn’t carry it for defense, But for betrayal enveloped in words.   Never mind about love’s gifts, Mind about the intentions behind it, For like a poem with honey-like words they enchant, Yet soon love itself will bring cold tears upon your eyes, For love is blinded, selfish and thoughtless, For it loves killing what it loves, With words, With indifference, With swords.   Never mind about love’s love, Mind about the fragility surrounding it, The instability that seeded and bloomed from its core, Mind about its beliefs, For they are weak, And the tides of change shake them, And once corrupted, it will never be as it used to be.   Never mind about love’s enchantment, For it is built upon a mirage, and its music plays along with de...

  NO MORE I have forgotten so many things, Just a bunch of broken memories is all I have as I try hard to collect them, And they run through my fingers like water, as if escaping. Recue me, I implored, though the noose gets tighter and tighter without a hope. I look at my reflection in a broken mirror, And that reflection waves goodbye while my bloodshot eyes cry, Pushing me down into despair. From the past I try to collect my old self, this one being already broken by pain, And I stare at the stars though I cannot reach them, So I tighten the noose around, I failed to belong, and my home is long gone. Watch me as I slowly fall with broken wings, I cannot fly anymore, The castle crumbles down alongside with all I had, The steps adorned with flowers and glasses of wine are no more. Watch me as I cease, as I come to an existence halt and all around fades away.

  DESPIERTA - Despierta del umbral del sueño amada mía, ya haz visto la lluvia caer y mojar tus ropas sin enjugar tus lágrimas, mientras tus pies descalzos se pasean sobre la balustrada de piedra, y sigues en tu andar sin rumbo fijo.   Tus ojos entreabiertos, rehusan el despertar y prefieren sumergirse en la tranquilidad, ya haz visto las figuras de porcelana resquebrajdas y bañadas en lluvia, y las rosas que tan hermosas son bañadas en tus lágrimas, hasta ellas lamentan tu tristeza.   A que se asemeja tu sueño con tu vida preciosa mia? ya haz visto a los gemelos con sus ropas finas y su buen hablar, mas no disciernes la fantasía de la realidad, en un sueño del que al parecer no quieres despertar.   Había copas de vino en los marcos de la ventanas me decías, había alegría vestida en música, en cantos, en esperanza, ya haz visto y aun así no disciernes, ya haz visto y no quieres despertar para hacerlo realidad.   Despiert...