poemas | poems

i just wanna play

that's one of the reasons why i stay.

and by the way,

i believe in magic.

i believe it's inside you,

inside me,

inside we,

inside the.

also, i love candy

and clouds...

they're not loud

and they make me proud

to see that inside i

imagination lives in my mind's eye.

cotton candy clouds

in the shape of a mouse.

i eat and i sleep

i stay on my feet,

though i really like to sit

and analyze "me"...

through me, through we.

but i do like to keep

the memories i make when i sleep,

and not only think

but try to just be.

would you take my hand,

and a walk take with me?

together lets be,

and the world let's see.

for while we are here

we can play,

we can say,

we can love,

we can.

so maybe let's dance.

──── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ────

somos magia y nostalgia.

recordar nos deja volar...

a otro momento, a otro lugar.

y puede hacernos llorar,

pero no hay que olvidar

que un recuerdo

es una muestra de nuestro pasar,

y que este momento

es algo que un día vamos a recordar.

tal vez también olvidar.

aveces cuesta trabajo,

la mente se vuelve un relajo

y nos hace perder de vista

el saber que estamos aquí,

y que ahora es un momento

que es parte de nuestro cuento.

──── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ────

la mente es una herramienta,

pero no siempre usamos la pimienta...

la usamos cuando cocinamos

no cuando bailamos.

y así, la mente recordemos

que es mejor que la usemos

cuando realmente aporta a este momento.

ya que si no,

el riesgo es perder el encuentro

con este mágico tiempo

de nuestro misterioso trayecto.

──── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ────

me gusta coser.

me recuerda que puedo algo hacer aparecer.

me hace creer

en el poder de nacer.

──── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ────

christmas is near,

bells sing in my ears,

music wipes all my tears,

love conquers all fears.

i see a deer

and hold it dear,

for it is clear

the songs i hear,

they hold me here,

and they remind me

that love is here,

and it's all around,

even when there's no sound.

──── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ────

i look at my hands,

notice my palms,

remember the sand

of the beach and i dance.

in the field i then prance,

feel the wind brush my hands,

and with them i can hold

the things that i love.

and with my eyes i can see

the sky that's above.

──── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ────

it has not been in vain.

not even the pain.

for when there is rain,

the seeds can grow.

then we see the sun,

it helps them eat,

from there they seek

to grow tall.

though some stay small,

the leaves are green

and when they've been

they can turn brown,

yet they don't frown.

then comes the dawn

down with the sun.

and thanks to all

we all evolve.

──── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ────

disfruta la fruta

pero recuerda su ruta.

todo tiene una historia,

un camino.

pues, ¿tu crees que nace el vino?

porque así no vino.

antes era uva

así como mariposa era oruga,

y esa oruga antes era

pues... pregunta eterna

¿de dónde crees que nace la "linterna"?

uva era semilla,

pero ¿de dónde salió semilla?

──── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ────

sonder...

it makes me ponder

this world of wonder

with stars and clouds

upon which i'm under.

──── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ────

- xoxo, "regiina"