...A Pocas Palabras

The Sky The sunrise witness sky lies down on the setting night. Lonely, dark, empty. © 2015 Grecia Albornoz

Today,   I ask for patience And forgiveness For I am taking small steps now. I'm in need of time, I'm in need of tenderness, And I hope That one day I'll be able to take large steps again. I'm in need of a peaceful meanwhile Knowing you'll be watching And you haven't forgotten about me, Knowing that all I want is to return to you... But I need to take small steps now. Tell me you'll keep track of me, So I'd know I won't stop walking. © 2015 Grecia Albornoz ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Los pasos cortos Hoy Te pido paciencia Y perdón Porque me encuentro dando los pasos cortos. Necesito tiempo, Necesito ternura, Y espero Que un día Pueda dar los pasos largos otra vez. Necesito un mientras tanto pacífico Sabiendo que me estarás viendo Y que no te has olvidado de mí, Sabiendo que todo lo que quiero ...

We might be old,                      uncool,                      or unworthy. We might be hated,                      mean,                      or criticized. We might be interesting,                       lonely,                       or popular. We might be athletic,                       bony,                       or fat. We might be mysterious,                       dangerous,                       anxious,     ...

I've played your game, You've played mine. I've failed on your game, You haven't quite finished mine. I've been left now here alone, Feeling despair, Waiting for you to come back for me,  Once more, Eager,  To finally play my game.  © 2015 Grecia Albornoz ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Nosotros He jugado tu juego, Has jugado el mío. He perdido en tu juego, Tu no has terminado completamente el mío. Me he quedado aquí sola ahora, Sintiendo la desesperanza, Esperando a que tu vengas por mí, Una vez más, Ansioso,  A finalmente jugar mi juego. © 2015 Grecia Albornoz

I’m the only Me that I have How can I loathe Me? I’m my only vehicle My only land My first experience of life I’m my lonely Me My hated Me My darkest Me My house My soul My mind Nobody would give me another Me to be How couldn’t I love Me? My beaten Me My scared Me My mistaken Me My feeble Me My miserable Me I have never seen someone quite like Me As rare As all the things I am Why wouldn’t I like Me If I’m my only Me? I’m sorry you cannot see Me I’m not here to be seen I’m here to be As you’re there to be, too. I’m only my only Me I have The only one I could ever call Me And I cannot, By the strength of the fiercest spells, Lose my Me. © 2015 Grecia Albornoz