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\nA lady Death, her gaze a crystal frost,
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\nwhat will happen in the future,
\nI only know that
\nif the heart shatters,
\na belly-less hatred
\nwill strike the walls and
\nshake the soul.
\nMy eyes beheld
\nbeyond the twilight,
\nthe shapes of the future in the mist:
\nThe shadowed face of life.
\nI want to believe that everything
\nwas a result of the silence
\nof the darkness.
\nOh, solitude,
\nhow fire burns!
\nThe morning suddenly unveiled
\nthe truth of life and
\nthe reason for my existence:
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\nbut an illusion!
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\nBodies traverse, fate’s hold left behind,
\nNo voyage untrod by skeleton’s bind.
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\nAnd purpose ageless, ever to endure.
\nOf delicate skin, of clay or earth’s embrace,
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\nHail to thee, crowned sovereign of spine’s embrace,
\nThe hour draws nigh, a shout to unlace,
\nPast’s tether severed, a clarion’s call,
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\nin the midst of battle,
\nrooted in the rich aroma of peace,
\nleft in the hands of
\nmorning’s breath,
\nfiltering sunlight
\nthrough my fingers.
\nForming with them
\na simple and transparent crystal,
\nreflecting on my face the seven
\ncolors of rain,
\nletting the wind carry
\nmy absorbed silence,
\nyet at the same time
\ngenerating joy in my eyes
\nand the scent of rhythm from the earth.
\nTraveling the path
\nwithout fear, reaching where
\nfire and water unite,
\nantici…","visible":true,"closed":false,"archived":false,"bookmarked":null,"liked":null,"thumbnails":null,"tags":[],"tags_descriptions":{},"views":155,"like_count":2,"has_summary":false,"last_poster_username":"Pandafilantro","category_id":15,"pinned_globally":false,"posters":[{"extras":"latest single","description":"Autor original, Autor más reciente","user_id":7147,"primary_group_id":null,"flair_group_id":null}]},{"id":60176,"title":"Dreaming","fancy_title":"Dreaming","slug":"dreaming","posts_count":1,"reply_count":0,"highest_post_number":1,"image_url":null,"created_at":"2023-08-13T15:14:35.315Z","last_posted_at":"2023-08-13T15:14:36.066Z","bumped":true,"bumped_at":"2023-08-13T15:14:36.066Z","archetype":"regular","unseen":false,"pinned":false,"unpinned":null,"excerpt":"Dreaming
\nIn my mind’s eye, a garden of bliss I sought,
\nWhere vibrant plants bloomed and flowers were caught,
\nTouched by the wings of hummingbirds in flight,
\nA crimson glow, pure and bright.
\nThe day’s aura beckoned, a captivating call,
\nIts arms stretched wide, impatient for all,
\nA vision it was, igniting my passion,
\nA delirium forged in a waking fashion.
\nIn wakeful moments, we often dare to dream,
\nImaginations soar, a fantastical stream,
\nThese reveries become goals to pursue,
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\ntheir noises, my presence
\namong the naked sidewalks,
\na moving through
\nthe days frozen in time.
\nThe urban sector,
\nan extension of
\nexistence and
\neverlasting heat;
\nthose who don’t solve
\nproblems in these streets
\nshould beware of plundering
\nin the eyes of all.
\nFor urban dwellers,
\nonly the world of their eyes exists,
\nthey are too busy
\nin the stores,
\nthe bird of slowness flies
\nthrough dark alleys,
\ncircling in vain
\nsearching for an exit among the streets;
\nillusions are
\nfalli…","visible":true,"closed":false,"archived":false,"bookmarked":null,"liked":null,"thumbnails":null,"tags":[],"tags_descriptions":{},"views":134,"like_count":2,"has_summary":false,"last_poster_username":"Pandafilantro","category_id":15,"pinned_globally":false,"posters":[{"extras":"latest single","description":"Autor original, Autor más reciente","user_id":7147,"primary_group_id":null,"flair_group_id":null}]},{"id":60174,"title":"Mirror","fancy_title":"Mirror","slug":"mirror","posts_count":1,"reply_count":0,"highest_post_number":1,"image_url":null,"created_at":"2023-08-13T14:46:33.147Z","last_posted_at":"2023-08-13T14:46:33.418Z","bumped":true,"bumped_at":"2023-08-13T14:46:33.418Z","archetype":"regular","unseen":false,"pinned":false,"unpinned":null,"excerpt":"Glass mirror,
\naccess to a restless perception
\nof life after the passing of years.
\nMirror that reflects images,
\nthe fog obscures the faces
\nof those who observe themselves,
\nan act of reproduction as a final point
\nto our doubtful and useless world.
\nIn the house, I have a mirror,
\nit’s not just glass,
\nit’s the reflection of a theatrical actor,
\nsome don’t recognize themselves
\nin the fogged glass,
\nnor do they see that there are ideas
\nand that these are images.
\nMy glass mirror,
\narchitect that constructs
\n…","visible":true,"closed":false,"archived":false,"bookmarked":null,"liked":null,"thumbnails":null,"tags":[],"tags_descriptions":{},"views":145,"like_count":2,"has_summary":false,"last_poster_username":"Pandafilantro","category_id":15,"pinned_globally":false,"posters":[{"extras":"latest single","description":"Autor original, Autor más reciente","user_id":7147,"primary_group_id":null,"flair_group_id":null}]},{"id":60153,"title":"Forgotten words","fancy_title":"Forgotten words","slug":"forgotten-words","posts_count":1,"reply_count":0,"highest_post_number":1,"image_url":null,"created_at":"2023-08-12T19:59:45.436Z","last_posted_at":"2023-08-12T19:59:45.629Z","bumped":true,"bumped_at":"2023-08-12T19:59:45.629Z","archetype":"regular","unseen":false,"pinned":false,"unpinned":null,"excerpt":"I awaken and commence to speak,
\nA soliloquy yearning to seize
\nThe vibrant hues of forgotten words,
\nTo tenderly bestow them upon longing lips.
\nPerhaps within their essence lies:
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\nAnd melancholy profound.
\nWithin my mouth dwell the sounds of day,
\nAs light unfolds like ivy’s embrace,
\nAnd the tumultuous clamor resounds,
\nYet subtly, not to deafen.
\nTo impossible realms they travel,
\nIn dreams intangible and grand,
\nWithin the depths below rivers’ flow,
\nWhere their effects s…","visible":true,"closed":false,"archived":false,"bookmarked":null,"liked":null,"thumbnails":null,"tags":[],"tags_descriptions":{},"views":175,"like_count":3,"has_summary":false,"last_poster_username":"Pandafilantro","category_id":15,"pinned_globally":false,"posters":[{"extras":"latest single","description":"Autor original, Autor más reciente","user_id":7147,"primary_group_id":null,"flair_group_id":null}]},{"id":60151,"title":"Without the role of hatred","fancy_title":"Without the role of hatred","slug":"without-the-role-of-hatred","posts_count":1,"reply_count":0,"highest_post_number":1,"image_url":null,"created_at":"2023-08-12T19:35:49.212Z","last_posted_at":"2023-08-12T19:35:49.848Z","bumped":true,"bumped_at":"2023-08-12T19:35:49.848Z","archetype":"regular","unseen":false,"pinned":false,"unpinned":null,"excerpt":"Without the role of hatred,
\nWhat do I instantly gain?
\nJoy, a smile,
\nThe symphony of a
\nSerenity innocence.
\nLight, leaves and
\nFlowers of a day, a dream,
\nAlso a story
\nThat will make me laugh until I cry.
\nI come to exchange resentment
\nFor forgiveness and sprinkle
\nWith fraternal blood a
\nMelody that won’t
\nBe lost in time.
\nMy formula is to add
\nTo the dust of the earth
\nThe fertile valleys of magic and
\nWhen the horizon lights up
\nWith an electric shock,
\nThey will be nostalgic sounds
\nAnd clear gestures of …","visible":true,"closed":false,"archived":false,"bookmarked":null,"liked":null,"thumbnails":null,"tags":[],"tags_descriptions":{},"views":160,"like_count":2,"has_summary":false,"last_poster_username":"Pandafilantro","category_id":15,"pinned_globally":false,"posters":[{"extras":"latest single","description":"Autor original, Autor más reciente","user_id":7147,"primary_group_id":null,"flair_group_id":null}]},{"id":60144,"title":"Anticipating the Future","fancy_title":"Anticipating the Future","slug":"anticipating-the-future","posts_count":1,"reply_count":0,"highest_post_number":1,"image_url":null,"created_at":"2023-08-12T17:01:05.313Z","last_posted_at":"2023-08-12T17:01:05.620Z","bumped":true,"bumped_at":"2023-08-12T17:01:05.620Z","archetype":"regular","unseen":false,"pinned":false,"unpinned":null,"excerpt":"Cloaked in resilient armor,
\nbound to ancestral bloodlines,
\namidst the turmoil of warfare,
\nanchored to the fragrance of tranquility,
\nentrusting my fate
\nto the caress of dawn,
\nletting sunlight cascade
\nthrough the crevices of my hands.
\nTogether, we fuse
\ninto a delicate, translucent prism,
\nglimmering with the hues
\nof rain’s vibrant palette,
\nas the breeze carries away
\nmy absorbed silence.
\nYet, it also sparks within me
\na resounding euphoria,
\nand the earth’s pulse resonates
\nwith its intoxicating scent.
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\nThe stage is covered in mist
\nwith a white curtain,
\nI have changed the ritual and rhythm,
\ninside, everyday aspirations
\nfade and dissolve
\njust like smoke in the air.
\nSometimes I get confused
\nwith the decline of the body,
\nI pause to think
\nand gather the scattered pieces,
\nknowing that the game of change
\ncan turn into a miracle.
\nThe thorn lodged
\ndeep in the throat comes loose,
\nI believe it is time
\nto check the calendar
\nof redemption within
\nthe struggle to shorten the days,
\nweeks, and m…","visible":true,"closed":false,"archived":false,"bookmarked":null,"liked":null,"thumbnails":null,"tags":[],"tags_descriptions":{},"views":200,"like_count":1,"has_summary":false,"last_poster_username":"Pandafilantro","category_id":15,"pinned_globally":false,"posters":[{"extras":"latest single","description":"Autor original, Autor más reciente","user_id":7147,"primary_group_id":null,"flair_group_id":null}]},{"id":60139,"title":"Toast","fancy_title":"Toast","slug":"toast","posts_count":1,"reply_count":0,"highest_post_number":1,"image_url":null,"created_at":"2023-08-12T16:26:28.494Z","last_posted_at":"2023-08-12T16:26:28.929Z","bumped":true,"bumped_at":"2023-08-12T16:26:28.929Z","archetype":"regular","unseen":false,"pinned":false,"unpinned":null,"excerpt":"It is the evening, the sea, the warm sand,
\npassionate, the sky free,
\nBring the wine and speak the truth
\namidst a bouquet of flowers!
\nI know not what I seek, because
\nit is still far away,
\nI think that life is more
\ncalm when drinking.
\nSpirits of kisses dwell in these cups,
\nit is easier to intoxicate the wine
\nthan it is to intoxicate love.
\nAs I drink, I will intoxicate
\nall of you as well.
\nYears pass, life comes to an end,
\nthe heart speaks and sings,
\nRaise the glass and let’s toast to all!
\nAnd if th…","visible":true,"closed":false,"archived":false,"bookmarked":null,"liked":null,"thumbnails":null,"tags":[],"tags_descriptions":{},"views":148,"like_count":2,"has_summary":false,"last_poster_username":"Pandafilantro","category_id":15,"pinned_globally":false,"posters":[{"extras":"latest single","description":"Autor original, Autor más reciente","user_id":7147,"primary_group_id":null,"flair_group_id":null}]},{"id":60113,"title":"Secrets","fancy_title":"Secrets","slug":"secrets","posts_count":1,"reply_count":0,"highest_post_number":1,"image_url":null,"created_at":"2023-08-11T19:28:12.700Z","last_posted_at":"2023-08-11T19:28:13.082Z","bumped":true,"bumped_at":"2023-08-11T19:28:13.082Z","archetype":"regular","unseen":false,"pinned":false,"unpinned":null,"excerpt":"If you tread upon the sand at dawn,
\nThe traces of your feet will emerge,
\nFootprints of dreamed entanglements,
\nA slumbering past shrouded
\nIn nostalgia’s embrace.
\nHow can one forget the
\nMysterious melody,
\nAnd the opacity of enigmas?
\nDoes the soul consider them?
\nThey possess the face and voice of
\nThose who pour them amidst the mist.
\nSouls express themselves
\nWith strange words
\nThat seem to strike
\nThe consciousness
\nAching amidst riddles.
\nThese are the lethargy that clings to
\nWhispering leaves,
\nGiving…","visible":true,"closed":false,"archived":false,"bookmarked":null,"liked":null,"thumbnails":null,"tags":[],"tags_descriptions":{},"views":224,"like_count":1,"has_summary":false,"last_poster_username":"Pandafilantro","category_id":15,"pinned_globally":false,"posters":[{"extras":"latest single","description":"Autor original, Autor más reciente","user_id":7147,"primary_group_id":null,"flair_group_id":null}]},{"id":60112,"title":"Dream of the Heart","fancy_title":"Dream of the Heart","slug":"dream-of-the-heart","posts_count":1,"reply_count":0,"highest_post_number":1,"image_url":null,"created_at":"2023-08-11T19:18:02.553Z","last_posted_at":"2023-08-11T19:18:02.989Z","bumped":true,"bumped_at":"2023-08-11T19:18:02.989Z","archetype":"regular","unseen":false,"pinned":false,"unpinned":null,"excerpt":"Dream of the Heart
\nIn search of Clarity
\nI declare that the world is
\nan activity of the spirit,
\nit is a dream of the heart
\nin search of clarity.
\nIdeas are not eternal
\nlike stones
\nbut like rivers,
\nfrom now on that clarity will guide
\nthe ships among the white rocks
\nof the coastline.
\nI would like to summon them
\nin the desert of the beach
\nto show me
\nthe goals of life.
\nIn her journey, Estrella began to understand that the search for clarity not only resided in uncovering the secrets of the ocean, but …","visible":true,"closed":false,"archived":false,"bookmarked":null,"liked":null,"thumbnails":null,"tags":[],"tags_descriptions":{},"views":173,"like_count":1,"has_summary":false,"last_poster_username":"Pandafilantro","category_id":15,"pinned_globally":false,"posters":[{"extras":"latest single","description":"Autor original, Autor más reciente","user_id":7147,"primary_group_id":null,"flair_group_id":null}]},{"id":59317,"title":"That little skirt","fancy_title":"That little skirt","slug":"that-little-skirt","posts_count":5,"reply_count":2,"highest_post_number":5,"image_url":null,"created_at":"2023-07-20T01:10:09.985Z","last_posted_at":"2023-07-21T12:11:07.007Z","bumped":true,"bumped_at":"2023-07-21T12:11:07.007Z","archetype":"regular","unseen":false,"pinned":false,"unpinned":null,"excerpt":"That smell creeps in softly,
\na slow moan creeps in,
\nreaching the corner of shame,
\nthere, on the edge of that skirt.
\nYou discover in me the craving,
\nthe agitation, curiosity leads the way
\nreaching the until the…
\nwet of your sunrise.
\nVibrating I hide under your lips,
\nthe ideal shelter under this downpour;
\nfantasy where you are open sea
\nand I just sink.
\nFragile moans when I am close,
\na pact that wet the ears with the restless sound;
\none that penetrates and abuses the sense,
\nuntil reaching the paral…","visible":true,"closed":false,"archived":false,"bookmarked":null,"liked":null,"thumbnails":null,"tags":[],"tags_descriptions":{},"views":200,"like_count":8,"has_summary":false,"last_poster_username":"Aragones","category_id":15,"pinned_globally":false,"posters":[{"extras":"latest","description":"Autor original, Autor más reciente","user_id":1475,"primary_group_id":null,"flair_group_id":null},{"extras":null,"description":"Autor frecuente","user_id":5856,"primary_group_id":null,"flair_group_id":null},{"extras":null,"description":"Autor frecuente","user_id":31,"primary_group_id":null,"flair_group_id":null}]},{"id":57074,"title":"Waste","fancy_title":"Waste","slug":"waste","posts_count":1,"reply_count":0,"highest_post_number":1,"image_url":null,"created_at":"2023-05-19T18:57:20.605Z","last_posted_at":"2023-05-19T18:57:20.871Z","bumped":true,"bumped_at":"2023-05-19T19:12:04.385Z","archetype":"regular","unseen":false,"pinned":false,"unpinned":null,"excerpt":"Look at the shelves, they empty
\nLook at the bills, they drain me
\nLook at the scarfs, they tempt me
\nto hang from nape of some wealthy
\nto entitle him of the right to waste me
\nPerhaps I percieve me wasted
\nwasted by the time we wasted
\ngettin’ wasted to feel powerless
\nand disconected
\nrisen above the haste
\nover the pale hands of a fixed fate
\nover the sky-blue currents
\nof the oceans of hate
\nAnd oh! They detest me
\nAs much as I hate it
\nTalking 'bout the time I wasted
\nWritting 'bout a time that wasted me
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