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Sin sentidoLa realidad es una lágrima divina
Enfrascada en paranoia...
Que si nos persigue la vida,
Que si nos llegará la muerte.
Y al final nada tendrá sentido,
La ira carcomerá tu esencia
Y sentiras por última vez el sabor salado
De ésta realidad que tanto te acongoja.
Fracaso. Lo sé.
Que siendo lo real, sea lo mas ilógico.
Pero después de todo,
¿Qué puede hacer la lógica
Frente a un mundo donde ésta no existe?
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
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