Inigo Rivera Poems

It is strange the way life goes on.
One day you give me some wings to fly
and sadly you brutally leave me and thus I die.
Oh, beauteous love! You know I must have died long time ago.
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Amor que mientes,
continúame mintiendo!
Corazón que sangras,
sígueme doliendo!
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The silver cord would complicate things too much,
'cause without the ribbon, a present’s just a box.
And without feelings, love’s just an abstract thought,
an image of what’d be right some other time and space back forward.
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And the sight
of just one single human being in suffer
makes me want to die.
And the sight
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The night and her dress of pitch black feathers
are waiting for us to step forward.
She reaches for our hand,
inviting us to dance,
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Quémame y conviérteme en ceniza,
bésame,
tortúrame a caricias.
Sé el cielo donde perder la mirada
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'Tis the fly my little soul
rushing freely through the void
of air.
'Tis the fly the insect
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To look inwards
to only find a dusty cave
of old and weary bones
and nothing else.
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