sólo
                            un
        breve
                    movimiento
de
          sus
                       pestañas
basta
                           para
             que
                          notes
un
súbito
e
intenso
                        impacto
en
              el
                           pulso
de
              tu
                          sangre
y
en
            cada
                             uno
de
            tus
                          huesos.
—  Jesús Guillermo, La magia en tu mirar
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This is Anakin Skywalker:

The most powerful Jedi of his generation. Perhaps of any generation. The fastest. The strongest. An unbeatable pilot. An unstoppable warrior. On the ground, in the air or sea or space, there is no one even close. He has not just power, not just skill, but dash: that rare, invaluable combination of boldness and grace.

HOW TO SAY GOODBYE

Say it like an amputee, each letter a prosthetic
limb. Say it because sometimes two just aren’t
enough; sometimes you need an entire bouquet
of hands to carry all the love, say it because the
love always slips through your thousand fingers
anyway, like sand, like floss, like water, like a
song. Say goodness. Say grace. Say thank
you for holding my hair. Thank you for turning
my sick, sleeping body on its side. You held
me when I couldn’t stay upright in the storm of
myself. Say sorry for the mess. Say goldenrod.
Say goose-feather. Say it with all eight muscles
of the tongue, as if their leaving was a soft
language that didn’t bite back. Say loving you
has been the greatest kindness. Say I’ve carried
your salt in my wounds. Cradled your heart in
my gullet like a prayer, a sacred thing I was too
afraid to want or release; say I release you.
I deliver you now into the arms of the one who
will love you best. Say beauty. Say bless. Say
their name, one perfect time while it still belongs
to you. Say it even when they refuse to say
yours, your name shattering on the hardwood
floor of their rejection, their name in your mouth
like glass. Names of blood and names of fire.
Names that burn when swallowed. Say it
with your last breath. With your mouth
of insatiable fury. Hungry as the sea,
their name a kind of drowning.

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Shinsen by Hajime Nagahata