I imagine the most tragic relationships
as two types of straight lines.
The first ones, respond to two paths
that are approaching,
intersect at one point,
and separate more and more,
following their way to infinity.
The second type responds to two parallels
that advance separated by barely a sigh.
They almost graze, without touching,
their destiny is living in the deepest desire
of a caress.
That said, I do not know if it is sadder to inhabit
fugacity for a second
and end up in the abyss
or to dream the impossible
to eternity.
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Tangled
PoetryEnglish poetry. Aquí encontrarás alguno de mis poemas traducidos al inglés. Pronto saldrán a la luz en versión bilingüe e ilustrada junto a poemas de mi libro en físico "Mía" y otros tantos ineditos 🤗. Ayuda a la traducción: Sara Walsh 🖤🤍 Porta...
