I Dreamed a Dream of You Last Night /Ayer soñé de ti,

I dreamed a dream of you last night…

I walked without a path, without a thought,

With no destination in mind...

Just pushing along.

Undefinable anguish moves me,

some unknown fear,

Searching through the crowds.

Not knowing yet for what..

Until I climbed that hill.

My sight,

arrested by some immovable glass lense

trapping my gaze.

Then, there you were,

a blurred image at first.

Slowly coming into focus.

There I find your face appearing,

Already focusing on mine.

Our arms encircle one another,

Neither wishing to let go.

Your eyes water

Mines overflow.

I open them again

to find everything’s disappeared 

My awakened state separates us

As I exit from the darkness of Morpheus’ world

And once again, enter reality

Only to find myself

Thousands of miles away from you.

Ayer soñé de ti,

Mientras caminaba sin rumbo, sin camino,

Sin alguna destinación en mente

Solo empujando hacia adelante

Una angustia sin nombre me movía,

un temor desconocido

Buscando entre multitudes por algo ignoto

hasta subir ese cerro,

Mi mirada,

Es arrestada por un lente inmovible,

Atrapando mi vision.

...Luego, apareces.

Como una imagen borrosa

Lentamente enfocada

Ahí aparece tu rostro,

Ya enfocada en la mía.

En un abrazo que ninguno anhela concluir,

Tus ojos se humedecen

Mientras los míos se derraman.

Al abrir mis ojos, todo se esfuma

Mientras abandono el mundo de Morfeo

Y me encuentro en la realidad.

Miles de millas lejos de ti.
(2016)

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Solo quando diciamo addio/Only when we say Goodbye/ Solo cuando decimos adios

Allora qui ho scritto una poesia inspirato per "Silenzio". Spero che voi piacete.

Solo Quando Diciamo Addio
Circondati ogni giorno di belleza
siamo accecati.
Non troviamo gioia in niente.
Prendiamo quello per scontato.
All’inizio, tutto è insignificante
Fino a quando lasciamo la nostra città natale.
Solo allora potremo sentire,
In quel momento, potremo vedere,
Potremo capire.
Ed eccoci, nastalgici e melinconici.
La lontananza apre gli occhi e il cuore
cuando lasciamo la nostra città natale.
Solo quando diciamo addio...

English translation...

Only when we say Goodbye. . .

Everyday surrounds us with innate beauty,

Yet we find ourselves blinded.

There is no joy in it.

We take it for granted.

At first,
everything is insignificant

until, we leave our Native City.

Only then,
can we truly feel...

In that moment,
can we truly  see,

truly understand.

And when we do,
Suddenly,
nostalgia and melancholy find us. 

Distance opens the eyes and the heart 

when we leave our Native City. 

Only when we say goodbye. . .

Traducción en español

Solo cuando decimos adiós. . .

Rodeados cada dia por belleza,
somos cegados.
En nada encontramos la alegria.
Lo damos por hecho.

Al principio,
todo parece insignificante
hasta que dejamos nuestra ciudad nativa.
Hasta entonces,
podremos sentir profundamente,
En ese momento podremos ver,
podremos entender.

Y de repente,
nos encuentra  la nostalgia y la melancolía.
La distancia abre los ojos y el corazón
cuando dejamos nuestra ciudad nativa

Solo cuando decimos adios. . .

To the Heart that Grieves/ ¿Que se le dice al Corazón Afligido?

For the loss of what was never yours

What do you say to the heart that grieves?

When the one you’ve loved from the sidelines

has been taken, not once, but thrice

And when at last in their possession is a golden ring? 

What do you say to this?

When your heart has already forgiven?

when memories of that person have finally been buried.

Buried so many times that you have lost the count.

Lost count of how many times you have tried,

Yet find them all resurfacing.  

What do you say to this?

When others say “move on”, but half keep 

giving you hope? When trying to find happiness with 

someone else just doesn’t seem to work?

When you think you have accepted it, only to find 

that you have fooled yourself, yet once again. 

Discovering with one of their looks that everything 

remains the same?

After years of remaining immovable in your mind,

when neither time nor distance has managed to remove

their impassive fixture.

After years of second-guessing

their looks and their actions. When you have tried nearly

Everything under the sun and still—

nothing.

What do you say to this?

What do you do when you find

yourself around them and

feel yourself unraveling?

When you see the proof in their left hand and know…

That there are no more excuses, 

That there is no more hope

And that you can no longer be blind to the truth?

What do you say to this heart that grieves?

Where is that Girl? Ekfrasis 'Afghan Girl'

Hello Everyone, I am excited to share this piece with you because it has just been published this month of May 2015! I hope it it only the first of many. I hope you enjoy it. 

Historical context: I wrote this piece for my creative writing class. It is a descriptive piece over an original work called "Afghan Girl" which is the photograph I have included below. We were expiramenting with show don't tell as well as giving our interpretation of it as well. 

The historical background to the photograph is that this young girl pictured here is an Afghanistan refugee who fled with her siblings and her grandmother because of Russian bombings in her village where her parents were killed. They fled over land for a long time...I bellieve it was towards Pakistan. I try to explain some of her history through her appearance. 

Where Is That Girl?

Ekphrasis on “Afghan Girl”

At a glance,

sits a child.

The second time

 a young girl?

No—

Her eyes,

They show much more.

Golden rings inside Her blazing orbs

Reflect violence of gunfire;

Surrounded by ocean green

drowning cries

of terror

in

Her soul.

Distrustfully—

they glare,

As if to say—

How do you dare?

like broken shards of glass;

piercing those

who come

too close.

To Her—

The white man behind the lens,

And the Russians

who made her an orphan,

bombed her home

And drove her out

are all one and the same.

Her torn shawl

like patterned sunsets—

closing a chapter in Her life,

silently echoing Her long and rough journey.

Her wild hair is an untamable mess

of tangled brown threads.

Screaming —

Of a sudden, and quick escape.

Her clay colored skin

—hardened by harsh winds

and arid suns

is a desolate tale,

of a land

with no more tears.

Where is the child?

Where is—

that girl?