...A Pocas Palabras

I exist I am a person I am legal Because I am. © Grecia Albornoz 2019

(A Rather Formal Letter to an Old Friend) Santiago, September 21st, 2018 Dear People from my Past, You’re too many. It’s so hard for me to address you…I should start over. But who starts over in a letter? Dear Dearest People from my Past, Those Who Have Considered Me Significant at Some Point, Those Who Have Loved Me, Those I’ve Loved, Those I Miss, As time passes, it becomes more and more difficult (for me) to talk to you; and it’s been such a long time… I often feel like writing, but I hardly ever do. You know I’m not very communicative. That doesn’t mean I don’t remember you, though. I always do. But you know me... forgive me. You, however, are very communicative. I find your daily Facebook posts so entertaining. I share them sometimes, and sometimes you share mine. I only wish (at times, wish) some of them were addressed at me. But I understand the cynicism in that demand. I can’t (and won’t) ask for that.  The times we share (even online) are fun. An...

Persona non grata I am To friends and family Because I made a life In times when no one deserves to   Persona non grata © 2018 Grecia Albornoz

Off you go! One more round! Here it comes! 2nd, 3rd, 4th who cares round! On your feet! On. Your. feet! © 2018 Grecia Albornoz

I must admit They made it grand It was classy relaxing and fun There were fireworks live music champagne There were flowers and you, being relatively good. There was  protocol Lots of protocol... But when the moment came and it all shone brighter I fought hard to hold back my tears and all the expensive enchantment was thus insufficient. © 2018 Grecia Albornoz

Depresión del domingo por la noche Otro día para existir Una vez mas Por toda la semana Una vez mas Muchas veces Una vez mas Lo que no quiero Una vez mas Muchas veces De nuevo. © 2017 Grecia Albornoz

Mis ojos conocieron la tristeza el día que te fuiste Pero aun Aquí Y Ahora Persiste. © 2017 Grecia Albornoz My eyes knew sadness the day you left But even Here And Now It Persists. © 2017 Grecia Albornoz

La ves formarse delante de tus ojos Alta e imposible La tragedia se anuncia antes de pasar ¿Pero para qué escapar? Si sobrevivo me libraré de ella Si se queda, Igual habré muerto. © Grecia Albornoz 2017

¿A dónde fue la gente que me gusta oír? Aquellos que llenaban mis horas con sus conversaciones Las voces que ahora sólo escucha mi pasado Le vendrían tan bien a mis oídos Hoy / Ahora / Aquí Donde yo estoy Necesitándolos Haciendo espacios en una habitación llena de tanto En esta hora Los extraño. © Grecia Albornoz 2017

El gato En la puerta: “ Miau ”- Un gato pedigüeño. “ ¡Ay, sale gato! Hoy no estamos para dar amor de gratis ”.- Otra alma no retribuida. © Grecia Albornoz 2017 The cat At the door: “ Meow ”- A begging cat. “ Shoo! Shoo, cat! Not in the mood for giving love for free today” . - Said another unrequited soul. © Grecia Albornoz 2017

Let’s play hide and seek Only that I’ll hide And you won’t Necessarily Look For me. © Grecia Albornoz 2017 Las escondidas Juguemos a las escondidas Sólo que esta vez Yo me esconderé Y tu No necesariamente Me buscarás . © Grecia Albornoz 2017

Existiremos Aunque se nos venga el mundo encima, Aquí estaremos A oscuras También se vive. We will exist Though the world falls on our shoulders, Here we’ll be In darkness We'll live. © Grecia Albornoz 2017

Y cometemos errores Y la vida se nos hace larga Pero no es nada Nada en realidad. ©Grecia Albornoz 2017 And we make mistakes and life seems endless but it's really nothing nothing at all. ©Grecia Albornoz 2017

...y entonces llueve y es triste. Pero ya llovía y era triste, todos los días. ©Grecia Albornoz (2016)

Hasta que por fin llegamos a la más completa e irremediable oscuridad. ©2016 Grecia Albornoz So finally we have arrived to the most complete, unrecoverable darkness. ©2016 Grecia Albornoz

Todo pasará algún día y el delirio será recuerdo El día que pase todo. ©2016 Grecia Albornoz