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Once upon a time,
in a world that's never been,
I awoke to find myself
in the middle of a dream.

The stars, they glittered dully
on this midday summer's eve,
the flowers tickled grass blades
who cried-laughed happily.

And the clock chimed one
as the summer sun
fooled by the winter's day
glumly pranced and sadly danced
'till the gravestones ran away.

Then a tiny child of sixty-five
walk-galloped up to me.
Bareheaded, she wore a pretty pink hat
and stood grinning seriously.

"Don't you see?" She shouted at a whisper.
So I looked to hear the mute man's speech
and the call of the rainbow-black bird
And although the pink river flowed loudly upstream
Do you know, I smelled every word.

The elderly child poked my back
with a touch like silk and cut glass.
"You know," she said
"you've crossed the bridge
you must enter before you've passed."

I looked ahead-behind me:
a bridge of golden-silver wood
stood innocently-guilty crossed
as bridges always should.

I crossed the bridge and entered-left
the world that's never been
and yet never have I woken
from that strangely normal dream.

Hooray for Spanglish!!

Since I’ve been studying Spanish for 6 or so years now, I’ve begun thinking in this strange amalgamation known as Spanglish. It’s quite entertaining, usually, to switch gears as fast as I can in my head. I’ve tried to write poetry in Spanglish, however, and it’s far harder than I would have guessed. So, for your amusement, here are two god-awful poems in Spanglish. Please to enjoy:

Ya yo sé
how it happened;
how I lost myself
in my búsqueda for todos.
No tengo exito,
I returned with nothing.
Knowledge is greedy,
and una chica sola can’t buscarlo.
Especially not a chica quien cree en cuentos de hadas,
and true amor.
Quiero answers, explanaciones, reasons
for the pain
in the belleza,
la verdad meaning
hidden by nubles obscuros.
I want to verlo todos,
but blindness won’t desaparecer.
¿Dónde esta la luz?
I will search todo el mundo.
¿Dónde debo ir?
Where are mis repuestas,
my hopes y suenos?
I need to find them.
I lo buscaré.
Ya yo sé.

And numero 2:

Esto es muy difícil
To say…
no soy a heroine,
I am una chica,
nada más.
But I can say this,
y la necessario.
You seem to think it’s all ok;
si tú piensas at all.
To forgive is divine,
pero no soy Dios
not even una sancta.
Me duele then and still.
I cannot forgive tus palabras
twinged with shame and guilt.
No puedo olvidar my exile,
when you torced me to salí
mi cuarto, mi casa aquí.
I cannot forget
los noches cuando me lloré a mismo to sleep.
No puedo forget, although
I’ve tratado forgive.
Time has passed,
but I’m still enojada.
You are not mi compeñera.
Nunca again.
Never, nunca, never, por nada vez.

This is really just a filler post, since I'm not going to be posting for a really long time, since I have three essays due next week, I'm starting tutoring at the high school, I have to finish my study-abroad application, I have a ridiculous amount of homework for my classes, and I have something almost resembling a social life as well. So I have no idea when I'll have time to post. Lo siento.