Llorar parece
facil
La vieja del colmado aconseja
que no lo hiciera
su sillas llenas de polvo
son huracanes silenciosos
de cosas que
ocultaba
como si es posible pretender
que en la garganta no duerme un
nudo
y uno no tenga derecho de
sentir
como si los violines de lo que
no se dice
no rasgan la confianza
Ayer quise llorar con los ojos
sin ser muda
Y solo me quede con las ganas
ellos
observan
esperando
mi derrumbe
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Crying seems easy
The old woman at the grocery store
advises not to do so
Her chairs filled with dust
are silent hurricanes
of things she was
hiding
as if it’s possible to pretend
that in the throat doesn’t sleep a knot
and one does not have the right to
feel
as if the violins of what is not said do not rip the confidence
Yesterday I wanted to cry with my eyes
without being mute
And I just stayed with the desire
they
observed
waiting for collapse
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