Quimio Poetry

Conectada a lo que me saca fuerzas Para darme vida, A lo que me saca las ganas de comer Para después poder disfrutar de todo, A lo que me esclaviza Para luego liberarme, A lo que me ataca Para en realidad defenderme. Dicotomía de la quimio. Dicotomía que corre por mis venas. Dicotomía que produce guerra civil De emociones, Pensamientos, Sensaciones. Gracias, enemiga, por ser mi amiga! 8 de marzo, escrito durante 2da sesión de quimioterapia

Red blood, Red apples. Green pills, Green leaves. White sheets, White petals. Blue gloves, Blue seas. Yellow walls, Yellow lemons. Grey skin, Grey mice. Pink scars, Pink flamingoes. Black bags, Black skies. Hospitals and Nature, The same pallete for both. One painted by the human. The other by a God. How come the same, same colors Can differ so, so much? Apparently the secret Is in the Hand, is in the Hand. I hope that the Great Painter Works harder with his Hands So we enjoy his Grand Creation For a longer, longer time. 3 de marzo 2017

Y si al perder ganás? Y si caer te lleva a volar? Y si el final es en realidad el comienzo? Perder para ganar. Días.   Fuerzas.   Ganas. Caer para saltar. Más alto.   Más sólida.   Más sabia. Terminar un capítulo para escribir uno nuevo. Más largo.   Más profundo.   Mejor! La vida está llena de oxímorons. Solo tienes que beberte La mitad llena del vaso que te toca y Soñar, Agradecer y Disfrutar. 5 de marzo, 2017

To be or not to be… Angry about the cages that trap you on the way, Or cool-minded to search for an opening to stop feeling like a prey? Self-pitiful about your fate and regret the year lost, Or reflective upon the advantages despite the heavy  high costs? Secluded so there are no witnesses of suffering and decay, Or grateful and welcoming to helping hands and loyal friends? To throw the towel or grab the pen? To regret the past or look ahead? You choose your chances, You steer the wheel, Life offers, you pick. That is the deal. 2 marzo 2017

Like Rapunzel I am not allowed outside to play Cause bugs can ruin my cells. I am happily trapped in my rainbow home Watching friends and family come and go. Unlike Rapunzel, my brownish hair grows fewer and fewer each day. It falls and flies cause the chemical witch has been as cruel as hell. Yet, my loyal prince will come on my aid tonight So that the new fashion starts asap: Colorful headwraps to frame my face And keep on fighting, strong and brave! 2 march

Cuando los sentimientos riman, Surge la poesía. En una comida bien condimentada, En una risa bien reída, En una charla entre voces que se tapan, En una caminata llena de ritmo. Pasos que acompasan, Miradas llenas de imágenes, Manos que escriben un poema, O una historia, Bien contada, Con pausas, Con puntos suspensivos. Porque continuará… 1 de marzo

Merlí and Rita make me company these days. I enjoy their unorthodox ways. I like teachers who dare and sometimes fail And never ever give the half of their selves. I admire teachers who commit beyond their lessons, Who go that extra mile, Who see what others prefer to oversee, Who don´t balance their effort with their pay, Who care and put their hands into the matters, Though muddy and dirty they may get. Merlí and Rita make me company these days. How honourable to be a teacher! I confirm it with all my self! 28 de febrero 2017