Poema 19

Two, two more days, 
to forgive and forget. 
Two days more to understand, 
and then, regain. 

Two, two more days
to be patient and accept. 
Two days more to be brave 
and then, face fate. 

Two, two more days 
to strive to empathize. 
Two days to reverse the fall
and then get up. 

Two, two more days
to wear out all the love.
Two days more to overcome
and then leave you alone. 

Two, two more days 
to be wise and clarify
Two days more to see things as they are
and then, try to act. 

Two, two more days 
to regret the mistakes.
Two days more to set things straight 
and then, learn how to change. 

4

And it turns out, that after all this odyssey, there's only one mystery that I need to solve... 
Me. 

Fuck (Poema 18)

Fuck, I just realize. 
Fuck, why it had to be like that?

Fuck, you really made me happy. 
Fuck, it's so hard to keep trying. 

Fuck, I still want you. 
Fuck, this is not what I want to. 

Fuck, I think I need you. 
Fuck, I wish I didn't

Fuck, It's so much easier when you are around. 
Fuck, I wish I could go through this alone

Fuck, sorry for make it hard for you. 
Fuck, I know you let it go.  

Fuck, I still love you. 
Fuck, I love you.
Fuck.  
I love you. 

Poema 17

Don't be a fool, this is not because of you 
you charged the gun and left 
I was who decided to point it at my head. 

Think a little bit more, this is not totally my fault
you alone was who wrote the fate of the two of us
And I had to fight a war that I didn't want. 

Take a deep breath, look at the chaos what we create
you say it hurts, so it's time to move on  
I feel like I'm the only one who got broke. 

Stop for a second and let's reconsider
why did you have to leave this way? 
and I'll say I wish you would stay. 

Alfa

Estaban almorzando en silencio. Alice estaba cabizbaja, pero era una costumbre últimamente. Adquirió el valor para decir en voz baja "No está funcionando". Cuando pronunció esas palabras, el peso de días de tristeza se transformó en un nudo apretado en su garganta. No dijo nada más. Su madre la miró algo extrañada, pero en el fondo sabía a lo que se refería. 

- ¿La extrañás? 

Alice era incapaz de hablar, pero asintió despacio. Las lágrimas comenzaron a descender de sus ojos, constante y lentamente. 

- ¿No la has dejado de extrañar ni un poco? 

Las lagrimas seguían mojando el rostro de Alice y ella seguía en silencio. Sin embargo, una sonrisa triste y tímida se asomó por su cara mientras negó con la cabeza. 

Poema 16

Like a sky that falls apart 
upon two open arms. 
But it was what it was. 

Like a hidden thief 
listening the speech of the priest. 
But it was you and it was me. 

Like two closed eyes 
avoiding the blinding light. 
But I really enjoyed the ride. 

Like a wounded dam
that wants to continue the fight. 
But this time there is no retry. 

Like, try to rebuild Hiroshima 
two days after the bomb met the arena. 
But I don't think is a good idea.

Poema 15

How do we hide what we already show?
How do we calm the winds of the twister we own? 
And how can I convince you now that everything is fine? 
When you already know the mess I become. 

Now, I have to find a way to calm the waters
of the tsunami that I created
while I hurry to beat the storm
before it gets even worse. 

Come on, take a deep breath and go on, 
you had shown that you could with this before
and there are people waiting for you at home
so you'll want to hurry to finish the job. 

Poema 14

The first impact
takes the navy off guard
destroyed most combatants
but the others still want to fight.  

It's like a painting of a Napoleonic war
many  bloody bodies on the ground
but those standing are still strong
they think there is still hope.

And then the second impact 
destroyed everything in its path
there are no reasons to try 
and no soldiers who can fight.

It's like you shatter that painting, 
finish destroying what was created,
wildly attack those who were surrendered,
it makes no sense to ask for mercy. 

And finally, the last impact 
against corpses and no man's land
What is the point of continuing the attack?
I don't understand what you intend to gain. 


You set fire to the remains of the painting
so that nobody ever even tries to retrieve it
I swear there is no need to be so sadistic
I have to admit that I knew from the beginning.

3

Some of us have the privilege to choose our own destruction,

Mine is...

you. 

Poema 13

Thunders of pain that light up and reveal
the fallen warriors on the battlefield
that in front of your last ambush, could not resist.

Storms of tears that try to appease
but fail to erase all the memories
from when I thought you loved me.

Hurricanes of contempt that came from nowhere
make shake the kingdom you helped create
And I can't stop it from collapsing, it's a shame. 

Waterfalls of love that lead to fire 
and burn and shatter
all the fucking castles.

And the best omens are seen so far away
and this winter is just so cruel and inhumane
and there is nothing left to say. 

Poema 12

Con el rostro petrificado 
en una sonrisa rota
y ojos quebrados. 

Con las palabras malgastadas  
transformadas en humo 
y que nadie oye, o lee.

Con el orgullo entregado 
a cambio de cualquier respuesta 
y algún tipo de señal.  

Con las coronas de gloria
ya rotas 
y tiradas a la basura.

Con el corazón entumecido de dolor 
que grita palabras confusas  
y declaraciones de amor. 

Con los pies divagantes 
que quieren perseguir lo que desean
y se acobardan a último momento.   

                                            

2

Diving in waters of madness
To stun the sense, just for a moment
To free from reality, it feels lighter 


  

Poema 11

Es tan frío como la forma en que te fuiste
y tan claro que no vas a volver. 

Es tan necesario como aprender a vivir sin vos
y tan pronto que no estoy lista. 

Es tan sincero como mis "te amo"
y tan confuso como los tuyos. 

Es tan intenso como la forma en la que te necesito 
y tan injusto que vos no. 

Es tan constante como pensarte 
y tan desesperante no poder ir a buscarte. 

Es tan asfixiante como no poder decirte todo lo que siento 
y tan doloroso que no te importe. 

Poema 10

¿Y si la única forma de seguir, 

es si me pierdo y abandono todo el peso?

¿Y si desde ahora ya no me encuentro? 

1

Losing connection
"es como si no estuvieras."

Poema 9

Darling, why those sad eyes? 
and why that broken smile? 
You got carried away by the past.


Darling, why are you walking so slow down that road?
And why frequently, you stop?
It seems you are not ready to get out. 


Darling, why do you sometimes turn around?
Are there still hopes?
You know what you're looking for is gone. 


Darling, why looking at that wall makes you sad?
What secrets does that square hide?
You're just trying to come back.

Poema 8

Fake smiles
to tranquilize
the worried eyes. 

Force laughs
to try to distract
from the mess inside. 


Pretend strength
to not appease the pain
with mistakes you can regret. 


Feign calm  
to wait for the time to arrive
and rebuild with all these remains. 

Poema 7

Your pieces in me are falling apart,

and my body is confused and doesn't know how to act.

And yes, it feels lighter but incomplete,

so please, please, come back to me.

I'm afraid of what will remain 
after all your chunks detach from mine. 
And I remember when we said, 
"Our atoms know each other too well". 

Poema 6

Destroy some bridges, hide your name.

Trying to forget, so it doesn’t hurt.

Seal the openings, bolt the gates.

There are still things I need to understand.

Clear the air, cast your ghosts.

This still feels like an horror show.

Poema 5

What if you are doing this too well?

And you convince me that you don’t care.

Darling, I don’t think you realize

the weight that you have in your hands.

I know we have plenty of time

and a life ahead of us.

But I still think we can regret

not knowing how to play.

Poema 4

You, always in the back of my mind

and my constant fear of relapse.

And, what if I say “one more time”?

Would it do so much harm?

If the two forces will continue to meet,

I don’t think I can resist.

So, go ahead, drag me to the depths,

I want to see what you see.

Poema 3

And if in my darkest times,

I still need you by my side

What does that say of you and I?

And if in despite of all this,

I need you right here

Would you come back to me?

Poema 2

I wanted to write a poem called “Coward”,  

because… I guess it’s all you are,

since you couldn’t look me in the eye

and hid as you buried the knife.

I wanted to write a poem called “Weak”,

because… You couldn’t stand watching me bleed

and you took your stuff to flee,

while I was begging on my knees.

I wanted to write a poem called “Naïve”,

because… you still don’t know what love is,

and you didn’t care, and said it to me

and I decided to believed you, when you did.

Poema 1

As the sky was getting dark,

and the spirits fell apart,

she decided to withdraw,

leaving the city burning down.

When the smiles were hard to find,

and the fear of the past, arrived,

she took her horse and escaped,

leaving the kingdom she built, destroyed oneself.

Empezamos

"La Reina Ungulada" es un seudónimo que me di a mi misma. La historia no es larga, ni complicada, pero no tengo ganas de contarla. Mi nombre real es Rosario, María del Rosario y no soy católica. Las ironías de mi vida empiezan ahí y no terminan más. No tengo aires de escritora y no planeo serlo. Solo escribo cosas, como todo el mundo. Los únicos escritos que espero que lean más de diez personas son publicaciones científicas. Sin embargo, necesito que las cosas que escribo no se queden abandonadas en un cuaderno en el que ni yo voy a posar los ojos en unos meses. De la forma en que lo veo yo, es más valioso abandonar un blog en los confines del internet, que un cuaderno en la repisa de mi cuarto. Así que dono mis cosas, cuya calidad no aseguro en lo absoluto, a la humanidad por medio de la interweb. Los versos que escribo, en su mayoría, los escribo en inglés ¿Por qué? La verdad es que no sé del todo, es algo que hago hace más de una década.