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All Boundaries Are Conventions
An oldie but a goodie. I wrote this in 2015 or 2016. I wrote it in the Hispanic House at the College of William & Mary, where I lived my senior year. I vaguely remember being at one of the desks in one of the Casa Hispana’s shared spaces in the evening, perhaps after an evening class, gym session, or club meeting, and certainly with other pending deadlines. It was dark outside and the lights turned a little low as we had codified for nights in mutual respect of each others’ bedtimes. Se me ocurrió escribir esto, what else can I say. All boundaries are conventions. All boundaries are conventions.that’s…
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Tatiana i explicación Con este poema – y espero que yo lo haya logrado – estuve intentando expresar la sensación de que una Tania no se busca, se encuentra. El humano es incapaz de imaginarse a otro humano tan altamente bueno como me era Tania. Ojalá, iglualmente, yo le haya aproximado algo parecido. Del todo, la búsqueda de ello siente ingenua. ¿Cómo apuntar a lo que no se puede imaginar? Platón se planteó lo mismo a través de su teoría del reconocimiento. ¿Cómo es que uno pudiera saber si ha encontrado lo que quería si nunca lo ha visto? Su postulado se trató de almas espírituales y sus vidas corporales…
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Tatiana i
Busco de día, bailo en boliches las noches, contemplo de madrugada. No encuentro a nadie; Dios, minando el infinito replandor de su entramado espiritual, se halló a Tania
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The Pen Unbroken
Written by P-Man Swiftly gliding, quickly flowing, stalwart, resolute, unbroken The sole instrument of a feverish mind, alone the antidote of chaos Clarifying that which is held locked within, an angelic trumpet amidst the fog Bursting forth in flames, across the page it brands anew, the hopes, the wants, to see one through A poem wrought of night’s depth true, the pen unbroken to see it through P-Man works in sales and is an aspiring author writing out of New England.
