Andrés Alejandro Poems

Aca sentado en la mesa,
de nuestra vida,
de nuestro hogar.
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Sometimes, the child we once were is still waiting for the love they never received. But today, as adults, we can embrace them and give them what they always deserved.

This letter is for you,
my beautiful child.
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Sorry, but with this poem,
I scratched the wound, and it started bleeding again.
The easy thing would be to tell you
that he wasn't special,
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Sleep, sleep, my love,
everything's alright, I'm here with you.

Rest,
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'The way you think, you feel.
The way you feel, you vibrate.
The way you vibrate, you attract.
The way you attract, you act.
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Art is living,
art is healing,
art is thinking.
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I have a remedy,
an infusion,
a passion.
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All afternoon thinking,
my head keeps spinning.

Evaluating one,
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I ask,
Why me?

When I see the old man,
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Many times,
I cannot breathe.

Many times,
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