Sara Iglesias

Sara Iglesias Poems

I haven't yet discovered my forte,
I haven't found my lost passions,
I don't think I've found my defensive devices
Against this perfidious life.
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Mientras contemplo la luna llena

Las hojas flotan en la brisa helada
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Candid as the sun

Shiny like the moon
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Your ankles, as they fold
like the blurred pavement
and the carving of a tree,
is a one-way alley,
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What was never said cannot be revived,
Thoughts that were comfort and relief
Among so much despair,
You were all the unfinished drafts,
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As a I gaze at the full moon

The leaves float in the freezing breeze
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Where two hearts beat to the same pulse,
where the soul bares the eye,
and the fog of breaths collide,
I shall climb the curse of your spine,
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Comforting shadows
Mountain that guards,
Humanity, corrupted and denounced
That its despicable gesture throws to me
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Tus tobillos, al plegarse
como el pavimento borroso
y la talla de un árbol,
es un callejón de un solo sentido,
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A beacon of light,
Fish and bread for the starved,
Only to know,
Some are more equal than others.
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Where does one go?
when the crushing weight of darkness appals,
when in the crowd, no face is known
when dreams vanish, reality flash
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¿A dónde va uno?

cuando el peso aplastante de la oscuridad horroriza,
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The smell of almond trees,
makes an incisive cut,
purging deep into the flesh,
a surgical case of angst,
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I forgot you without knowing you,

remembering you, I bring you back to life
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Donde dos corazones laten al mismo pulso
donde el alma desnuda el ojo,
y la niebla de los alientos choca,
escalaré la bruma de tu columna vertebral,
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Through the road, I walked

Watching the lights of dawn,
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A purple orchid sways in the wind,
Graceful as a woodland nymph,
Waving on a swing,
That was carved from the finest stone
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Una orquídea púrpura se deja mecer por el viento,
Agraciada como una ninfa del bosque,
Ondeándose en un columpio,
Que fue tallado con la más fina piedra
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In the uncertainty of memory,

sprouts the scent of chalk and lime dust,
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Mentre guardo la luna piena

Le foglie galleggiano nella brezza gelida
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The Best Poem Of Sara Iglesias

A Stranger's Confession.

I haven't yet discovered my forte,
I haven't found my lost passions,
I don't think I've found my defensive devices
Against this perfidious life.

I think I have not yet mastered algebra,
I still love letters and sweets too much
I think I'm as I don't want to be,
I'm not gifted to battle my mind.

I'm a hopeful girl
With illusory dreams
Of carmine like that pristine carnation in your cheeks
Of a caressing voice,
Transparent as the virgin mountain stream.

I haven't forgiven you.
I'm locked in the past.
Time made me a servant.
Suffocated by an uncontrollable flame,
I'm consumed slowly
By eternal solitude, a breach to last
Cursed to be a wrung wrapper in the wind
Thrown at a fool's game
But I do know
That I love you madly, forever and still
Until the end of the race.

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