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Memorias Grises
Contributed by
FleurdeSang
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Wednesday, 10th August 2005 @ 05:21:07 PM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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Recuérdeme, labios de promesas agrias y mentiras dulces,
Lo que estoy en sus ojos eternos…
Un ángel de corazones rotos..
Una ilusión de espinas y rosas negras..
Un fantasma que respira, y nada más..
Dígame algo, llorando soledad, con sus lágrimas grises y sueños blancos,
Aunque sea una mentira...
Cuentos de princesas con coronas de mierda,
Y de los padres que los tocan en noches buenas..
No, no, digame algo mas hermosa, elegante pluma de fantasía,
Digame más mentiras, amor decaído,
Escribe me palabras que baile con caderas redondos y manos húmedas de pasión,
Cantame una canción de engaños,
Cantame un himno de mi vida..
Mi piel, como café Cubano con mucha leche,
¿Y de cuál seno hizo este néctar maravilloso?
No tengo una madre,
Ni un padre, ni un perro que me ladre,
Yo tengo nada,
Yo SOY nada…
Mis ojos, pedazos de oro sucio,
Caramelitos de un sabor extraño,
Preba como memorias vieja y algo inocente,
Preba como niñas dulces y mujeres amargas,
Preba como mí…
Mi pelo, rizos de miel y destino,
Hilos de pensamientos de chocolate que terminan cerca de mi nalga,
Tejer cuentos de gloria y el odio amistoso,
Un masivo enreda de emociones y pelo,
Rizos del sufrimiento...
¿Y qué ve usted cuando yo te miro?
¿Una ramera con ninguna alma y deshumanizando ojos?
¿Un cualquiera que no sabe nada y chupará todas sus secreciones dolorosas?
¿Un perra que usted puede el abuso con manos glotonas y palabras despiadadas?
No… No, angelita, sólo una invención divina de olvida...
"Gray Memories."
Remind me, lips of sour promises and sweet lies,
What I am in your eternal eyes...
An angel of broken hearts...
An illusion of thorns and black roses...
A phantasm that breathes, and nothing more...
Tell me something, weeping Solitude, with your gray tears and white dreams,
Even if it is a lie...
Tales of princesses with crowns of ****,
And the fathers that touch them on good nights...
No, no... tell me something more beautiful, elegant pen of fantasy,
Tell me more lies, decayed love,
Write me words that dance with round hips and humid hands of passion,
Sing me a song of deceptions,
Sing me a hymn of my life...
My skin, like Cuban coffee with a lot of milk,
And from which breast did this marvellous nectar come from?
I have no mother,
Nor a father,
Nor a dog that barks at me...
I have nothing...
I AM nothing...
My eyes, pieces of dirty gold,
Candies of a strange flavor,
Tastes like old memories and something innocent,
Tastes like sweet girls and bitter women,
Tastes like me...
My hair, curls of honey and destiny,
Threads of chocolate thoughts that end near my behind,
Weaving stories of glory and friendly hate,
A massive tangle of emotions and hair,
Curls of suffering...
And what do you see when I look at you?
A whore without a soul and dehumanizing eyes?
An anybody that knows nothing and will suck your sorrowful secretions?
A dog that you can abuse with your greedy hands and merciless words?
No... No, little angel, you are only a divine invention of Forget...
Copyright ©
FleurdeSang
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2005-08-10 17:21:07]
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Re: Memorias Grises
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by Jane_Doe on
Wednesday, 10th August 2005 @ 06:41:16 PM AEST
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This was so beautiful. It was absolutley gorgeous in both languages and you chose such emotionally loaded words for both translations as well. I'm astounded with this sad sad message.
-Miss Doe |
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Re: Memorias Grises
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by Taurusgem1 on
Wednesday, 10th August 2005 @ 11:47:31 PM AEST
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| Although I can read spanish i can't really read it.. but the englsih version is wonderful... Great write and beautifuly written |
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Re: Memorias Grises
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 11th August 2005 @ 03:33:44 AM AEST
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how i hurt for you such beauty merging in tragedy undying devotion to your craft and
such sincerity in ques for perfection, in which you have acheived through your writting . . . |
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Re: Memorias Grises
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by SensitiveSoAbused on
Friday, 12th August 2005 @ 04:55:26 PM AEST
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I have no idea what to say about this. It flows so smoothly over my body like cream and honey and tears of blood.
Now words describe this poem or how I feel about it... it is so ambiguous and undefinable in many ways, yet supremely satisfying to read. It seemed unlike your other poems that I've read -- a kind of subdued sighing, a bruised and beaten little flower tremling in the wind and longing for the deceptions that will make you smile...
Sad, really... fills me with melancholy shivers of tears and crooks my spine...
My eyes, pieces of dirty gold,
Candies of a strange flavor,
Tastes like old memories and something innocent,
Tastes like sweet girls and bitter women,
Tastes like me...
I cannot express how much I love these lines, especially the first two... especially the first two. (just had to repeat it...) so beautiful and i can see your eyes now.. crystal clear and full of sadness, heartache and anguish of many colours...
What a beautiful poem by a beautiful girl... it causes my heart to clench and my eyes to tear...
Close your eyes in my warm embrace, sweet love... take solace in me from your pain and suffering... let it melt away with two heartbeats beating softly in unison... let the sound of my breath lull you to sleep in my loving arms of refuge...
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Re: Memorias Grises
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by Essentially9 on
Friday, 19th August 2005 @ 10:26:16 PM AEST
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| yo me gusta el poema. (cant exactly remember if it was el or la for this case or not.) i liked coming across this poem, actually gave me a reason to use my spanish outside of class. i must say i rather liked the spanish version better =] |
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