Categoría: Escritos

«Equinox of Time» is a beautiful and evocative poem. It captures the essence of balance, transition, and the ever-shifting nature of existence that the verses explore. It suggests a moment of equilibrium amid the chaos of life, where past and future converge in the eternal dance of time. It’s a fitting choice that adds depth and resonance to the work.

This poem is rich with introspection and emotion, exploring themes of chance, fate, and the passage of time.

The repetition of «the now, the then, and the tomorrow» creates a sense of cyclical inevitability, highlighting the complexities of human experience.

The line «Think yesterday… act today… regret tomorrow» encapsulates the bittersweet reality of hindsight and the perpetual struggle to navigate life’s uncertainties. It’s a poignant reminder to seize the moment and embrace the present, even amidst the ambiguity of the future.

In the grand design of fate’s scheme,

It seemed orchestrated, yet unplanned,

Not even across a million years,

Was it pondered or foreseen,

But stumbled upon as if by chance.

We crawled through pathways to depart,

Spent moments seeking sight,

Yet no matter how far we strayed,

The elusive moment slipped away,

That fleeting glimpse of life,

The instance we believed we’d vanished.

In the definitive yet inconclusive realm,

Within my precious, magnificent darkness,

May your thoughts of me fade for now,

Lingering only temporarily,

For all invested, all deemed ‘wasted,’

We drink to those moments,

Raise our glasses to the sky,

Pledge to the ‘land of togetherness,’

Where dreams materialize,

And naught remains but emptiness,

An empty pillow, a miraculous cause,

The nexus of now, then, and tomorrow.

So allow me to rephrase:

«Reflect on yesterday, act upon today, lament tomorrow.»

 

«About the Poem: Broken Realities and Emotional Liberation»

This poem explores the inner conflict between authenticity and illusion. It’s the story of a connection with no real beginning, just scattered endings and emotional detours.

Through short, sharp verses, it portrays the quiet struggle of pretending, the pain of misaligned intentions, and the bittersweet process of letting go.

This is not just a goodbye—it’s a declaration of freedom. A transformation where vulnerability turns into liberation, and masks fall away to reveal the truth underneath.

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Real You Fake Me (LIBERATED)

There shall be two kinds:
The real you today,
The fake me tomorrow,
And simply no past…
So it was…

You were bad as I was kind,
A story with no beginning,
Plenty of endings (yes),
Miles in lives (but),
Eyes like knives.

Now we are a memory,
Distraction without action,
Painting and waving,
Feeling for living,
Was bye and hello.

I am vanishing,
Seemingly,
Vaguely,
Agonizing,
And finally…

LIBERATED.