Como carmín incandescente
brotan tus ansias de flor
en mis tímidos labios.
Labios trémulos, impacientes,
que al cálido roce de los tuyos,
sin vacilar, repentinamente,
se desdoblan,
desdunándose casi sin pudor
al ritmo dulce y meloso
de este largo beso que aún te espera
noche tras noche,
pétalo a pétalo.
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After almost 15 years of having left my native Dominican Republic, I have decided to share my thoughts and my "drafts of inspiration" again. Sometimes my texts will be in Spanish and sometimes in Dutch; but mostly they will be published in English: a reflection of the reality I live everyday, where choosing only one language to express myself is simply impossible (Spring, 2009).
Thursday, 21 February 2013
Tuesday, 19 February 2013
There's this passage. There's this splendor.
There are stones, there are trees,
there's a river, and mountains to marvel at.
My pilgrimage has just begun,
under an ever changing, faithful sky.
There's this passage that I must unravel:
There are clouds, there are storms,
there's the sun and stars to marvel at.
There's this splendor that I must discover,
but not without you, not without us.
Please walk with me, walk with me
and just hold my hand.
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