Limitations

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How far away may I go,
When I’ve run around in circles?

How far away may I go,
After looking in the mirror
And finding what I had missed?

How far away can my mind go
When I’ve put limits on my own thoughts?

How far then, will I go
Once I am free from these thoughts?

But which thoughts are mine?
And which ones come from outer space?

How can my being have contrasting views,
If it is just me?

Beyond the limitations,
I’ve set my standards,
Farther away they go.

Have I dreamt too much or
Have I lacked vision?

Where do limitations come
And why won’t they leave?

It is not I against you,
It is I against I
In a puzzle game.

Where do I go from now?
Are the voices inside myself
Greater than I?

Show me the way, God
For I have failed.
But I know far beyond,
I shall sail.

Farther than these limitations.

 

La Noche

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Nos envuelve la noche entonces
En sus misterios y revelaciones.

Me revela que no estas conmigo
Y todavía te extraño.
Me revela que tu cuerpo
Sigue siendo un misterio.
Que a pesar de los años,
Te quiero
Aunque sea un poco.

Cada astro tiene su historia,
¿Y donde se encuentra lo nuestro?
¿Estará en las estrellas o estará en mi mente?

¿Como lo plasmo?
¿Bastara con papel y letras?
¿Te escribo cartas?

Desde un rincón,
Mi alma te llama.
Tal vez no la escuches,
Tal vez no la oigas.

Pero tal vez te escriba,
Para que entiendas,
Que del otro lado,
En el callejón más oscuro,
Ahí estoy.

Esperando quererte.

Un Sueño

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Tenía unos ojos que me llamaban,
Piel de gitana
Y los pies descalzos.

Su rostro contaba una historia,
Tenía algo…
No sé qué era.
Solo sabía que me gustaba.

Daba sus pasos como si se adueñase de la noche
Tenía una risa única
Y una sonrisa pa’ amarla.

Se paseaba por los vericuetos,
Se ponía coqueta,
Me miraba por ratos.

Por ratos yo suspiraba,
Por ratos yo soñaba.
En un rato,
Se me fue de vista.
Para reconocer
Que solo era un sueño.

Recuerdos

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¿Cómo no extrañar aquella mirada fija?
Sus ojos se perdían en los mios,
Cada vez que yo la miraba.

Se reía cada vez que le hablaba,
Con que ternura me hablaban sus ojos,
Cada vez que la veía.

Me contaba historias,
Se reía del mundo
Y después lo mejoraba con sus ideas.

¿Cuánto tiempo dura una caricia?

No tanto como el olvido.

¿Qué tanto nos dura un recuerdo?
¿Será mejor recordar o perder la memoria?

A lo lejos alguien espera,
A lo lejos alguien sueña
Con que nos juntemos
Y sea todo como esos recuerdos.

Te pido Dios

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A Dios le ruego,
Que me de gracia y favor cada día,
Para abrir los ojos.

Que me aleje de los falsos profetas,
Que no me consuma el dinero,
Que mis actos sean sinceros,
Que se deshaga la iglesia falsa.

Te pido Dios,
Que se quede tu espíritu,
Y que las instituciones no nos cieguen.

Alaban y piden dinero,
Haciendo falsas promesas,
Matando al pueblo ignorante.

¡Te pido Dios…
Que nos eduques a todos!

I Haven’t Written in a While

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Tis very true… I have not written anything for a while. For a moment I was depressed, I thought of my writing as not being good enough. I wanted to express so much, and I was lost for words. I thought of resignation, but that did not seem so courageous, so here I am venturing out on a new path, with new ambitions.

My writing has definitely changed over the course of the years, after hearing some criticisms of my writings, Spanish readers told me my English writing was far superior than that of my Spanish writing.

As you can imagine, this was something painful to hear. Everything I did was in Spanish and the majority of things that run through my mind are in Spanish, thus why I even refused to write in English during my first years as a young writer. I thought of it as an insult to my culture, my heritage and my first language. I didn’t think I would end up writing in English, but here I am and honestly I am unashamed by this fact now. I will still write in Spanish because I would like to immerse in that beautiful language, but I can’t deny my love for the English language.

I can’t escape it. As a 12 year old living in Guatemala, I would listen punk rock in hopes of grasping a better sense of that foreign language, and by the time I finally got to the US English, was something I rejected. In some part, I was reacting to a change, a culture shock, coming from upper class Guatemala to nothing in the US was something that completely changed my heart and my mind. It took me years to recover from that nostalgia and another psychological traumas that I endured, but I will write about that on another blog post.

Writing is something, that gives me life. The concept of creating a new world based on words gave me thrills, and excitement, until I started doing it for selfish reasons. On that instant when I realized that what I needed to write, needed to be heartfelt I think everything changed. I am no longer interested in creating stuff so people can admire me or praise me. I want to tell stories and I want honest criticism, because I will simply like to get better at what I do, everything else is secondary.

My trip to Guatemala helped me get in contact with my roots. Honestly I fell in love with my country again. After almost 12 years of not going back I had lost faith in ever going back, I was distraught by other things and my vision of going back seemed dismal. I even lost my Guatemalan ID on purpose because I thought I was never going back…. but oh boy was I wrong!

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Going back made me realize how blessed I have been throughout my entire life. I realized I had many stories to write about, but needed to organize my thoughts. I know writing is a craft that needs to be repeated over and over in order to perfect it. I apologize to all my readers for my absence, but now I am back! Ready to write.

Si La Luna me Hablara

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Si la luna me hablara,
Le contaría de mis noches en pena,
Le contaría de los sueños perdidos,
De las noches en vela.

Si la luna me hablara,
Guardaría los secretos,
De esta Tierra.

¡Tan clara, tan llena, tan plena!
¿Cuánto alumbras y cuánto irradias?
Para que ilumines el camino oscuro.

¿Si te contara mis sueños….
Alumbrarías?
¿Qué tanto nos separa el orbe
Para que alumbres como en otras noches?