Ismar Escobar.

IN THE HEART
Fondly to Barbara Valentine

I look at your eyes and I see hope,
That hope that very few
preserve,
I see a light reflected in you,
The light that guides you.
The light that makes you strong,
The one that keeps you standing.

I don’t know your story,
But I know you’re strong,
I know very little about you,
But I know you’re brave,
Don’t give up, I’ve inspired no one to give up.

Life is incomprehensible sometimes,
Things happen that we don’t understand,
But we’re here,
We are part of this misunderstood life,
And that’s why it’s worth living.

You know it better than I do,
Even if winter withers the flowers,
In spring they will bloom again,
The tulips, the cherry trees, will come back
More colorful and full of life,
They color the meadows
That’s what they are there for,
Although they don’t know that winter will return,
They are living in the moment.

Maybe I won’t get to know your story,
But this small part that I have,
I’ll keep it with me,
Just like a convict who has an illusion,
And I want you to know something,
Even if the ephemeral life ends,
There will always be someone
That takes us in our memory.

I see the moon,
Then I understand it,
Everything makes sense,
This poem, which is not about love,
But it’s for you,
He talks to me about things
That from another point I wouldn’t understand,
Now maybe you already know better,
family is not carried in the blood
But in the heart.

The look is the universal language,
If you’re looking for the truth, look into the eyes,
There is nothing more sincere than a look,
Remember, if you can’t find the truth in other eyes,
The truth you’re looking for is in yours.

Never forget the sweet song of the birds,
Not even the meowing of the cats,
Don’t forget that this life is the best thing that has happened to us,
And that on the other side
There is only one infinite mystery.

NO QUIERO ROJOS

No quiero muñecas de alquiler, ni agujas de vudú;
no quiero colores opacados, ni carne con pecado;
no quiero ir despacio ni correr;
no quiero saltar al vacío ni roer el pan ajeno.

No quiero verme en espejos de castillos,
ni cortar dedos por anillos;
no quiero cielos grises,
ni días desolados quemados de sol;
sólo quiero ver la luna alumbrando el portal.

Hoy que todos se reúnen para hacer su revolución,
hoy que hay más borrachos en los bares
que santos en las catedrales,
hoy que las lunas son de neón,
hoy que a ciegas señala el rey,
hoy que la vida vale la firma de un papel.

No quiero salirme de la raya,
ni borrar con mentiras mi pasado,
no quiero sino dejar la huella
que de otros han borrado.

Este sábado 6 de Agosto,
ven a celebrar con nosotros el homenaje a la escritora y poeta Marla Rodas.
De 10:00am a 3:00pm
en Compton California.

Mas información aquí 👇🏼👇🏼👇🏼👇🏼