I forgot all my thoughts

 I burned all my books
and now
I can't tell dust from
ash.

coge aire

y arranca el vuelo.

I got used to feeling sad for so many things at the same time that I couldn't specifically tell you what's hurting at this exact moment, even if I wanted to.

I'm looking at the river but thinking of the sea

Si miras
mucho rato seguido el mar,
te puedes imaginar
que (...).

(...) ¡tantas cosas que podrías estar un mes seguido soñando sin parar!

little thoughts bring up bigger thoughts,

little hopes bring up bigger hopes
and love
and illusion,
and delusion eventually.


Intenta seguir siendo torpemente tú.

the anticipation of not talking to you

o la facilidad con la que nos domesticamos los que nos queremos creemos salvajes.

and still I smiled,

but I would rather have
just left.
I'm afraid
I will never be
the one who treats you the way you need
without you
having to ask
for it.

what's the point

if you don't hate
die
and kill
for love?