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Me desvivía por ella… y ella fríamente me miraba desde la distancia, dejándome arder en las llamas del invierno que dejaba su rastro.

J. G. Manzano


Gin & Tonic

Chicago, Boston, Manhattan.
Madrid, Barcelona, Cádiz.
I wanna feel alive,
I wanna recover my blood,
tear through the clothes I wear,
submerge within the Gin and tonic
and not look back,
and not look back.

Just yesterday I had everything planned,
within every minute there was a scheme.
But today I feel damned,
quickfixed, hellburnt and tranced.
All my ideas have been ripped,
and the minutes missed.

It’s that goddamn reality,
hand to hand with my heart
Shutting down all depravity,
Pinpointing the pain like a dart.

And it is that pain, the grieve, that awakens our most unearthly desires.
Tears can only gush out,
our mind blackens. And I cry.
I cry, soaring my yearns,
hoping that answers will descend, flow and quieten my appease my soul.
Silence my spirit.
Ease my mind.

J. G. Manzano

A friendly poem

Put on a light inside,
I know you’re capable of shining bright.
Don’t try to fight your innerself with all your might.

Accepting yourself is key,
at least it worked for me;
realising this: you are all you can be.

Fear not cause yesterday is but a dream
of which today you’ll blow off the steam.
Tomorrow is but a vision, go into a positive remission.
Today is the day thou shall truly feel.
Even though it doesn’t seem real

Robin Vogel,

friend and light in times of dark. Thanks for this poem 🙂