Beautiful Creatures

Walking down the street, trying to be unobservant.
Mixing between the ones they dislike,
just to drive attention away from them.

One step at a time,
almost in slow-motion,
they get to the place they want to be in so badly.
There, they can be themselves,
those beings that society don’t want to see,
just because they are brave enough to be different.

Those ones who cross the ocean of prejudice over and over,
trying to get to ordinary hearts,
and make them a bit sensitive to the pain, and the existence of others.


That place,
it doesn’t exist physically.
It’s a state of mind; it’s a position to life.
It’s the kind of attitude needed to accept differences,
to deal with the singularities that separate us.


These beautiful creatures,
join into one self,
one big mass of unity,
heavy, and strong, and forceful.

A new being, looking forward to create a joyful, brand new confraternity.
They feel more than anybody else, the misfortunes that afflict this city,
making them the most suitable ones to improve it.

A little

I cried a little last night.
And a little bit more the night before last night.
And I think even a bit more the night before that.

That means that I’m crying a little bit less every night, right?
I guess that means I’m becoming a bit happier every day; I must be turning into a more joyful person.

Maybe, maybe not.

Maybe it means that I’m crying a little bit more during the day.
Or that the pain refuses to come out through tears.
Or just that I’m resigned now to live my life without him, and that I lost all hope, so I keep the suffering inside.

They says they can see the pain in my eyes,
they glimpse the shadow that crosses my humanity.
They feel my sadness as a cold that climbs their spines as soon as I walk into the room.
A twinge in their hearts when they notice my face as I look at him.

They also cry a small tear every night, begging for me to be better.

Thanks,
for sharing your happy moments with me, hoping I feel as happy as you,
for thinking about how am I going to feel in some place you want to take me to,
and for not letting me drown in my own river of loneliness.

Thanks for being there, for being here.
Because of you, is that I’m crying a little bit less every night.
You take the pain away, one tear at a time.

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No es por haber llorado,
sino porque no he podido,
y mis lágrimas se han acumulado al igual que el dolor.

Cada día es más difícil levantarme al saber lo que voy a presenciar.
Un amor perdido en los ojos de otra,
y mi corazón roto en el suelo.

Pienso, espero estar bien ante eso,
pero no puedo,
porque las heridas en mí no se curan.
Es una pena permanente y punzante.

No sé si podré vivir lo suficiente como para esperar que sanen,
antes de desplomarme al igual que mis esperanzas.