Luis Gil de la Puente Poems

Why do I run?
you ask.

It´s the distance
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Tic, tac, and we move
to that place of lesser resistance,
where inertia rests,
and there is no danger.
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I am walking,
I know that.
I will never return
to these wheatfields...
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We want to feel.
We are in the game.
We want to stay.
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It is the wheatfields that keep coming back,
always sticking out behind the pines,
beyond the mountains,
in the sunsets.
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I thought
the gate to life I´d found,
my treasure and my heart.
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We build a world
where truth is dangerous.

We paint smiles,
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Miras hacia atrás
para seguir sin verme.

Nos unió un humo turbio,
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It is dusk again.
Once more this time
and loneliness.
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I don´t know why I am not able to look at him
What if I could do without this seriousness?
And see him face to face.
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