sin dudas, eres la cosa peor
para mi, una mala idea, pero
el sabor sería tan dulce,
el aspecto de tu cuerpo
sobre sábanas extendido
se vuelve una obsesión
without a doubt, you are the worst thing
for me, a bad idea, but
the taste would be so sweet, the
look of your body
splayed across sheets
becomes an obsession
3AM Thoughts // AKA “The Promise of Future Pleasure Weighs Heavy.”
que nada te detenga, ven –
te daré las palabras
para tu boca cansada.
después de todo este tiempo
he mantenido el deseo
de escucharte reír de nuevo.
cerradas para mí.
la vida es así,
y tus labios también –
a veces crueles,
siempre dan revancha.
Let nothing stop you, come –
I will give the words
To your tired mouth.
After all this time
I’ve kept the desire to
Hear you laugh again.
Will always be
Closed for me.
Life is like that,
And your lips as well –
At times cruel,
Always giving revenge.
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Life is not a straight line.”
I don’t give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. But I was happy in my way. You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am; simply I am…
// Frida Kahlo
Cosita del amor –
Me siento llena de luz
llena de esperanza
Estoy más claro que nunca, sin ti.
Amo mi corazon que vive cada dia
De mi vida.
Con este sudor me siento mas
Dolor, mas pureza.
Tu eras mi musa…
Te encierro en mi alma
Little love thing –
I feel full of light
Full of hope
I’m clearer than ever, without you.
I love my heart, living every day
Of my life.
With my sweat I feel more
Pain, more purity.
You were my muse…
I lock you in my soul.
3AM Thoughts // AKA “No Bad Intentions.”
The ferocity of what you feel
sets you on fire.
// Miguel Hernández
Sólo tu corazón caliente, y nada más.
// Federico García Lorca
I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and I’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.
// Frida Kahlo
sueña sueña que no estás aquí
que ya te has ido
que todo ha terminado
// Alejandra Pizarnik
You deserve a lover who wants you disheveled, with everything and all the reasons that wake you up in a haste and the demons that won’t let you sleep.
You deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry.
// Frida Kahlo
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.
Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.
The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.
The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.
Here I Love You // Pablo Neruda