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#Blackpaper 𓆩♡𓆪.
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Everything Now (2023)
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Algunos simplemente escribimos porque nos nace hacerlo, sin buscar beneficios de ninguna índole. Llámenme mediocre, pero he aprendido que lo que nace del alma no busca sobresalir ni venderse, esto se da de manera circunstancial o por suerte… y mi suerte se limita a ser libre y a ser amado.
Some of us simply write because we feel like doing it, without looking for benefits of any kind. Call me mediocre, but I have learned that what is born from the soul does not seek to stand out or sell itself, this is given circumstantially or by luck... and my luck is limited to being free and being loved.
Source: esuemmanuel
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Me callé para mirarte, pretendiendo que te iba a ver llegar… y musité, en el mismo momento en el que supe que todo era una mentira para mantenerme cuerdo: “no me vayas a dejar”.
I shut up to look at you, pretending I was going to see you coming... and I muttered, at the very moment I knew it was all a lie to keep me sane: "don't leave me".
Source: esuemmanuel
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Si despierto y no recuerdo tu nombre, no me culpes… ya no seré el que fui.
If I wake up and I don't remember your name, don't blame me... I won't be who I was anymore.
Source: esuemmanuel
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Quise mucho a una mujer, la quise como si fuese parte mía, así como se quiere beber del agua la vida cuando el calor abochorna y transforma al alma en sequía. La quise, porque ella también me quería. En sus manos yo era todo lo que en sus sueños aparecía, me quería como la luna busca al soñador en una noche de silencios y ausencias que no se olvidan. La quise, la quise mucho, al grado de morir por ella y de entregar mi alma en cada hoja que le escribía, porque fueron decenas de palabras las que me provocó escribirle... y es que la sentía tanto... tanto que callármela no podía. La quise tanto que imaginé que jamás dejaría de quererla, porque era mi luna... mi noche y mi estrella, esa ninfa que me esperaba a la postre de mi puerta cuando visitaba mi casa en ese bosque que creó pensando en nosotros con sus alas de plata.
I loved a woman very much, I loved her as if she were a part of me, just as one wants to drink the water of life when the heat is embarrassing and transforms the soul into a drought. I loved her because she loved me too. In her hands I was everything that appeared in her dreams, she loved me as the moon seeks the dreamer in a night of silences and absences that are not forgotten. I loved her, I loved her very much, to the point of dying for her and of giving my soul in every page I wrote her, because there were dozens of words that provoked me to write her… and I felt her so much… so much that I could not keep it to myself. I loved her so much that I imagined I would never stop loving her, because she was my moon… my night and my star, that nymph that was waiting for me at the end of my door when she visited my house in that forest that she created thinking of us with her silver wings.
Source: esuemmanuel
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“Be strong enough to let go, and wise enough to wait for what you deserve.”
— Unknown
I am a man with a heart that offends; With its lonely and greedy demands; There's only a shadow of me in a matter of speaking l'm dead..
lcarus, point to the sun; I'm painting the hills blue and red; They said beware, Lord hear my prayer..
I've wasted my throes on your head
So can we be friends, sweetly; Before the mystery ends?
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Un beso así, tremendamente suave, que me hable de ti y de todas esas cosas que llevas debajo de la carne, ésas que te callas bajo una mordida mientras tragas saliva, deseando gritar lo tanto que añoras sentirte viva.
A kiss like this, tremendously soft, that tells me about you and all those things you carry under your flesh, those things you keep quiet under a bite while you swallow saliva, wanting to scream how much you long to feel alive.
Source: esuemmanuel
I'm not a good man.. but I'll protect you.
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