From a bench in the park,
I saw myself walking.

And I thought,
he looks good,
he works, he writes,
he does what he loves,
he has something to offer.

What I offer has value,
I have value.

Life kicked me,
even when
I was already down.

It left me so many times,
alone,
thinking no one cared.

I had so much love to give,
but I wasn’t the most beautiful
for those who sought it.

They mocked me
for being strange,
when they were the ones who didn’t understand.

I trusted those who swore to stay,
yet behind my back, they laughed.

I lost myself,
becoming
what others wanted me to be.

I loved who I shouldn’t have,
trusted who I couldn’t,
fought battles that weren’t mine.

Tired of the shadows,
I became light.

Until I learned to play,
to laugh,
and to love.

What did I learn?

I don’t wish to close my eyes
while you sleep.

I don’t wish for time to slip away
while you smile.

I wish to fall asleep by your side
if one day it rains.

I love your white essence,
and also your dark one.

I love when you give yourself in parts,
and also when you give yourself completely.

I love your tenderness,
and also your hardness.

A tiny body,
but a soul of greatness.

A dark past,
but a radiant present.

A deep toughness,
but an incomparable kindness.

A little shy,
but of immeasurable courage.

Who am I?
How am I?
What am I doing here?

I am not my thoughts,
I am not my feelings,
I am not my mind.

I am a free soul,
I am a poet,
with a sharpened quill,
I am your mirror,
I am your wake-up call.

I write poetry,
stirring your soul,
confronting you with life,
waking you up from sleep.

I am calm,
I am joy,
I am peace,
I am love,
the food that nourishes the soul.

I enter carefully,
I step in slowly,
through the dark corridors,
where you never dared to go.

I do not come to destroy,
I do not come to harm,
rather,
I come to heal.

Let us listen to the silence,
quiet our minds,
and let our hearts speak.

Some of us want to flow,
like water,
on a quiet afternoon, at midday.

But we forget
that in the river,
there are rushing rapids and gentle pools.
Sweet curves,
flat bends,
with unexpected obstacles
that stir up small turbulences,
yet it kisses every stone.

It has no control,
no expectations,
it just flows, with the moon as its witness.

It lingers in whirlpools,
some evenings,
only to find its course again by morning.

It flows, leaving behind romances,
mountains, and beautiful memories.

The river flows with purpose,
caressing its shores.

The river flows without expecting anything,
giving the best of itself.

It is energy,
it is life,
it is like life itself,
in its most tender and serene form.

Life is a train bound for the divine,
many souls will get on and off.
Some will reach the last stop,
and others will get off early.
Some will get on by mistake,
and others will sit comfortably.
Enjoy your journey, "and remember to leave your luggage before the end."

Here we sit at the table,
of our life,
of our home.

It is just you and me,
to say what we feel,
to grow.

I want you to listen,
to my words,
without judgment.

I want you to see my struggles,
without opinions,
without trying to fix them.

I want you to see my struggles,
motivating me,
without pushing me to resolve them.

I wish for you to trust me,
without burdening me,
without demands.

I wish for you to help me,
without deciding for me.

I wish for you to care for me,
to protect me,
without erasing me.

I wish for you to look at me,
without projections,
without fear.

I wish for you to love me,
without suffocating me,
without binding me.

I want you to protect me,
without lies,
but with a true heart.

I want you to hold me,
not out of possession,
not by taking responsibility for me.

I wish for you to walk beside me,
without invading,
without controlling.

I wish for you to accept me,
every dark part of me,
without trying to change it.

I want us to see our struggles,
with empathy,
with solidarity.

I want that after every battle,
there is no resentment,
but peace reigns instead.

I wish for you to tell me everything you feel,
even the things that trouble you.

I want you to know,
that everything I ask of you,
I can give in return.

I wish for you to know,
that you can always count on me.

Aca sentado en la mesa,
de nuestra vida,
de nuestro hogar.

Solo somos tu y yo,
para decir lo que sentimos,
para mejorar.

Quiero que escuches,
lo que hablo,
sin juzgar.

Quiero que veas mis problemas,
sin opiniones,
sin intentar solucionar.

Quiero que veas mis problemas,
motivándome,
sin empujarme solucionar.

Deseo que confíes en mi,
sin ponerme carga,
sin exigir.

Deseo que me ayudes,
sin intentar decidir por mi.

Deseo que me cuides,
que me protejas,
sin anularme.

Deseo que me mires,
sin proyecciones,
sin miedos.

Deseo que me ames,
sin asfixiarme,
sin atarme.

Quiero que me protejas,
sin mentiras,
solo de corazón.

Quiero que me sostengas,
no por posesión,
sin hacerte cargo de mi.

Deseo que camines a mi lado,
sin invadirme,
sin controlarme.

Deseo que me acepte,
cada parte oscura de mi,
sin intentar cambiarla.

Quiero que veamos nuestros problemas,
con empatía,
con solidaridad.

Quiero que después de cada guerra,
no exista el enojo,
y reine la paz.

Deseo que me diga cada cosa que sientas,
y que disgustan.

Quiero que sepas,
que todo lo que te estoy pidiendo,
te lo puedo dar.

Deseo que sepas que podes contar conmigo.

Today, you can rest,
leave that battle for tomorrow.

Tomorrow will be a fresh start,
for the same fight.

Rest today, soldier,
it’s okay to feel tired.

It’s alright if today you can’t give more,
the universe will lend a hand.

Tomorrow, we’ll have new weapons,
new ideas, new energy.

Some days, you might feel weak,
some days, you might need to stop.

Sometimes, stopping is also part of the fight.

I am washing the sheets,
from so much overflowing love,
from so much sweat,
from passion found.

I wash the sheets,
of a beautiful early adventure,
full of communication,
sincere affection,
and flames.

Your smile and your gaze
lit up my mornings.

I wash the sheets,
because today we must say goodbye,
because the universe brought us together,
but the voice of society tears us apart.

Where a woman's feelings
are accepted,
but a man's are a sentence.

A sweet reflection,
that a dark part
holds onto us.

Where a woman can cry in broad daylight,
while a man destroys himself.

Abuse of repression,
for emotions left unvalidated.

I am not something strong,
I am not fortitude,
I am a human consciousness.

Society, I do not seek your approval,
but for my soul to be heard.

I did not need to fit into a mold
for my manhood to be accepted.

And let values be more expensive
than success.

I wash the sheets,
for my past wounds.

Sheets of a farewell,
for my expectations created.

Sheets of oblivion,
because even though there was fire,
our stories did not intertwine.

Sheets of hope,
that I will sweat,
because someone better awaits us tomorrow.

I have a novel I can't
finish writing.
Because there are kisses left ungiven,
words left unspoken.
There are hugs left unfelt,
caresses that never became love.
There are laughter I never saw,
and tears I can't dry.
There are experiences left unlived,
and dreams undreamed.

Thank you for making miracles
with just a few coins.

Thank you for showing us
the best image
of our father.

Thank you for showing us
what love
can create.

Thank you for dimming your own light
so that we
could shine brighter.

Thank you for every hidden tear,
so we wouldn’t feel sorrow.

Thank you for every silenced scream.

Thank you for all your care.

Thank you for every sacrifice
for our well-being.

Thank you, life,
for letting me count on you.

Today I find myself walking
through this beautiful place,
my soul shines.

Harmonious architecture,
with springtime colors,
that elevate my gaze.

Cold weather,
in a warm society,
a smile they usually provoke.

Today I find myself walking,
and I breathe in the glamour,
I breathe in comfort.

A happiness leaps
through my chest.

Grey days,
with coffee in hand,
and reflections in mind.

Bright days,
that teach you to live
each moment of time.

Grey days,
that teach you to go out
and enjoy them.

A gentle drizzle
that caresses your face,
whispering it loves you.

Today I find myself walking,
May 28th, 2025,
I am here.
Thank you, universe.

Art is living,
art is healing,
art is thinking.

Art is showing our essence,
in every stage of life,
in our own unique way.

Art is expression,
of the inner self,
of the emotional realm.

Art is emotions,
it is feelings,
something profound,
something free of mediocrity.

Art is loving,
kissing,
and caring.

Art is fighting through life,
facing the bad,
embracing the good,
and cherishing it all.

Art is your parents,
who cared for you
and gave you unconditional love.

Art is music,
those two notes
that make your heart burn with passion.

Art is walking through life,
grateful,
smiling,
without greed.

What is your art?

My heart is sad,
And my soul is resigned.

Another stage,
Once again.

A transcendence of the inner self,
Of the wounded child.

Who understood,
Who realized.

What he didn't have,
He won't have.

That place,
That little piece of land,
That is family.

I don't deny that one day it will bloom,
but today I allow myself to feel.

It's only the transcendence of detachment.
Of what never was.

A closed flower,
that one day may open

"In time, the soul will understand that it was always right."

Don't say I'm not enough,
with all my victories won.

Don't say I'm not capable,
if I've achieved everything I set out to do.

Don't tell me I should change,
if my tattoo says authenticity.

One day they told me I couldn’t,
that writing wasn’t for me,
that poetry was something strange.

I listened to that soul,
that noble soul,
because I admired them
more than my younger self.

Today, I write with feeling,
with my heart in my hand,
seeking answers.

I do it to heal you,
so I can heal myself.

I criticize society,
stereotypes,
and structures that define us.

Poetry came that afternoon
when I described the sweet face
of that young girl.

Poetry came
when that relationship ended.
After giving everything
and having nothing left,
I said, “I just wanted you to love me.”

I would tell you I write poetry,
but they are spells
for the soul.

They impose fears on us
that are not our own.

Where you see darkness,
where you see shadows,
that is where you must go,
and there you will find yourself.

Be strong,
keep going,
not everyone wants to see you shine.

You are great,
you are immense.

Release your light,
illuminate yourself, and illuminate the world.

I need you to help me
answer the questions.

I need you to help me
take off my masks.

I need to see
the roles I am playing.

I need to hear
the lies I’ve been believing.

I need to feel
what I’ve been avoiding.

I need you to help me
become
who I am meant to be.

Please,
tell me the story
I’ve been telling myself.

Please,
my higher self,

show me where
I am hurting myself.

Show me where
I am neglecting myself.

Please,
my higher self,
speak to me.

Tell me with love.
Tell me with kindness.

Lo siento,
no porque lo lamente,
sino porque realmente lo siento.

Perdona,
si te hice llorar,
Perdona,
si causo dolor.

Es algo que no esta en mi control,
Perdona pero hoy te digo,
Adiós.

Perdona,
pero de ti me olvidado,
ya no te amo.

De otra alma,
me he enamorado,
de un ser divino.

Un ser divino,
un buen amor.

De un ser distinto,
un ser adorable.

El me enseño a perdonar,
y valorar.

El me enseño lo que soy,
y que puedo alcanzar.  

Hoy te digo adios,
y..

Lo siento,
no porque lo lamente,
sino porque realmente lo siento.

I can show you so many scenes,
from my entire life.
However I arrange them,
however I tell them,
the movie will be different.
The rich can be poor,
and love can be heartbreak.
Happiness can be boredom,
nostalgia can be sad.
The poor can be loved,
and heartbreak can be rich,
Happiness can be nostalgia,
and sadness can be boredom.
But behind all this,
there is you and your ivory smile.

Sweet spring,
the universe’s new year.

Flowers bloom slowly,
like my eyes opening in a kiss.

The days turn warm,
like the embrace of a long-awaited reunion.

Birds sing with joy,
just like I do when I see you again.

The sun shines brilliantly,
like the sparkle in your eyes.

Like your smile,
when you look at me.

Butterflies take flight,
from my stomach to my heart.

"Money can buy love, friendship, and even self-esteem, but none of it is real."

It all began
in a café,
with that conversation.

Theory and spirituality,
reflections on life.

Good thoughts,
good feelings.

At a gathering of friends,
that afternoon by the beach,
I felt
you were calling me.

Suddenly,
a signal in my mind,
an alarm.

Like the feeling of being watched,
but this time...
I knew someone was thinking of me.

A kind of telepathy,
a silent pull on my soul.

An ethereal presence,
a connection intertwined.

A whisper in my mind,
saying look at me.

A cry in my mind,
telling me you were there.

Without knowing what love was,
I gave you my heart.

Without knowing what love was,
I gave you all of me.

Without knowing what love was,
I put up no defenses.

Without knowing what love was,
we let each smile flow.

Without knowing what love was,
we hurt each other,
for not knowing how to love each other.

A gray day
My body, a window, the tangerine trees, and the sea
A blanket over my back
A woman on my phone—not answering.

A taste in my mouth,
Sweet.
Maybe plums, maybe almonds,
Or maybe just loneliness.

A calm gaze,
A restless mind,
And deep down, peace.

The peace of freedom,
Of wanting, of loving.
But not at anyone else’s expense.

We are not our thoughts,
because the mind can fall silent,
it can fade away...
But the heart will continue beating,
sustaining what we are.
Because if the heart dies,
there is no mind left to think,
nor soul to remember.

To be able to be surrounded by people,
and still feel alone.
To be able to love with our soul,
and not feel loved.
To be able to own all the gold,
and still feel empty.
To be able to have nothing,
and yet be the richest,
because we have the warmth
of those we love.