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Haciéndote desear no saber leer desde 1992

Mocha and Concha

Haciéndote desear no saber leer desde 1992

¿de aquí a dónde?

Posted on July 16, 2026July 16, 2026

Te quiero

¿Cuánto?

Mucho

¿De aquí a dónde?

De aquí a dónde. Pensar en un momento como un lugar. ¿De aquí a dónde te quiero? ¿Se cuantifica? ¿Se mide? Te quiero de aquí a marte, pero y ¿si nunca llego a marte? ¿Hasta cuándo me aguantas?

summertime

Posted on July 10, 2026

mornings in the summertime were always better

so much better

it is in days like these where I think of you,

laying down under the shade that only this sun can create

a cold shadow in a scalding hot

in a rotation of two, performing under protest

being chosen, not assigned

In the standardized (hah!) test that is this business of living, I can’t help but try and copy the answers on your sheet.

rough lover

Posted on June 5, 2026

sometimes I wonder why

« I break everything I love »

put a twinkle in your eye

Posted on May 31, 2026

La diferencía entre fluir y huir es una letra.

by ear

Posted on May 31, 2026May 31, 2026

I’m alone

I’m on my knees, and I’m alone

Finally, the world has accomplished its goal, and I’m down on my knees

I look up at the distance, used to be so high not long ago.

I’m not even mad at being down here again,

I always said it would be nice to visit,

But did I really have to chase the cheese?

Ahora sé lo que sienten los melones.

That’s what I get

for doing my own stunts.

And here it goes again,

The most prominent proof of the wreckage in my brain.

My lifestyle, driving me places I never meant to be.

I thought deserts were the only ones with mirages,

How did this water get in my ears?

It builds, like a JBL speaker,

And yet there’s no one here.

There it is, the song only I can hear,

It plays every time I am at wit’s end,

where is Sacks when you need him?

The melody fills my ears, yet the fear grows louder,

And then I feel it, the chills in my skin.

Is that your leitmotif?

It is me, not you

Posted on May 31, 2026

I am broken, I’ve come to learn

This was news to me,

did you know?

Was it obvious?

Some type of support I turned out to be.

Turns out broken people

are not

the best load bearing beams.

I apologize deeply

for the pain I caused

by not knowing myself.

palantir

Posted on May 29, 2026May 28, 2026

I see your face,

yet I shouldn’t have

I hear your fake smile,

yet I shouldn’t have,

I see your smirk,

lacking proper ground

might as well

give up my morals

bye

ouroboros del amor

Posted on May 25, 2026May 25, 2026

me acerco ahora a las 400 menos 10,

esperando que sea anticipo suficiente,

y reconsiderar publicar nuestra historia en el estado presente.

es hora de darle un toque nuevo a lo pasado,

somos tanto más ya,

¿cuánto se habrá perdido en la sintetización?

hay tanto espacio para jugar.

ratatouille’d

Posted on May 25, 2026May 25, 2026

i’m missing the words to describe the frustration, the tools i have are severely lacking,

cómo se dice todo eso que sientes?

tendrías que irte al latín para empezar a rascar

la complejidad de uno estar

atrapado entre tus dientes.

Eros

Posted on May 25, 2026May 25, 2026

i was younger, like 20 years ago, used to be that for every fear, there was a love.

in that world things made sense,

i made sense

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