Poesía

Eres- Estás: Toda yo


Verónica Cygnus
(32 años- 6/12/2013)
 
 
Yo Soy Hija de,
Madre Nuestra,
sobre todo de los Cielos,
escondida en los ojos,
de la Humanidad Abierta,
para mi descubierta,
vasta y llana,
cuando quiere,
y concede,
sé de donde vengo,
y como son mis noches,
por eso ando enraizada,
y parezco ida…
siempre en silente raíz,
secretamente que,
dicta mi historia,
antes vista…
antes de ser huellas,
no necesito de tanta,
ceremonia porque,
como he dicho,
Soy Hija de mi Madre,
sólo me basta con Respirar.
 
 
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The story


Brandi Carlile
 
 
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I’ve been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don’t mean anything
When you’ve got no one to tell them to
It’s true…I was made for you

I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
Yeah you do and I was made for you

You see the smile that’s on my mouth
Is hiding the words that don’t come out
And all of my friends who think that I’m blessed
They don’t know my head is a mess
No, they don’t know who I really am
And they don’t know what I’ve been through like you do
And I was made for you…

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I’ve been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don’t mean anything
When you’ve got no one to tell them to
It’s true…I was made for you
Oh yeah it’s true… I was made for you

 
 
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