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Para no ser como él; lo tengo cerca.

¿Cómo hacer un Neruda?

Con mucha pena y mucho corazón.

Con experiencias hechas y tenidas,

Vividas y reñidas, y con mucho dolor.

Nunca quiero hacer un Neruda;

Sin embargo, muchas veces en mi vida,

Ya lo hice.

Escribir versos que no son míos

Ha sido imposible

Tengo mucho que es tibio aun en mis sentidos.

Deprimida no lo he estado

Por que he dejado el pasado en el olvido

En el espacio entre el dentro y afuera,

Nunca he podido vivir.

En el presente donde te duele

Y te las aguantas

Por ya viene de nuevo hasta que aprendas,

Ahí es donde yo vivo.

Donde el aire deja de venir al oído

Para no escuchar la cuna de un niño

Y no recordar lo que hayas vivido.

Donde la vista

Invoca la memoria

Sin tener vivencia

De la sobrevivencia

En la que te has sentido.

Ahí, tampoco he vivido.

¿Ves? No puedo escribir un Neruda.

No puedo ser como él.

Mi veinte siempre estará vacío,

Y Neruda siempre estará conmigo.

©2013 Cassandra Huidobro

Wherever you are (short version)

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Wherever you are…

There’s something explosive

In the veins of notion

That instills emotion

To all the commotion

Of the feelings you’ll have

Once you’ve freed your mind.

Come on out….

Here we are.

Not recruiters,

Just open embrace

Ready to erase

The pain that you may have felt.

Smile.

Things are not always what they seem

And we are here to let you see

That there’s a community that

Breathes a similar journey, but this time, in peace.

Come on out.

No sticks and stones.

Maybe just a little drama.

But come on in, and welcome home.

One day,

You gave yourself two choices.

Lucky for me,

Someone interrupted your secret plans,

And you were able to go on with your life,

And you came out of it,

And I can see how happy you are,

And I get to see you smile.

And even though today we are miles apart,

I thank the good Lord that you

Are part of my life,

Because life wouldn’t have been the same

If we hadn’t quiet had the pleasure to enjoy this earth

Together, in open embrace.

My friend, thank you for choosing to love yourself.   


©2013 Cassandra Huidobro

Prose.

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Did you see?

That night when you were invisible,

Did you see her pass by? Did you notice I was

Hidden in the mix of words and wine? Did you

Think, for one second, that I would be the one

You would pain that night?

The resemblance to one another.

The game of our speech.

The twist of the next game.

The start of a new page.

And here I am. Blank.

Did you see?

Where did my muse go?

She was here a second ago.

I was fine and now she is gone.

And the black won’t flow

And the anchor has stopped

And the thoughts won’t come

And I kiss your hand

And I beg you return

But you smile and

You leave me at your feet,

Staring at the empty cloud

Of air you left behind.

Now

There’s no prose without your love.

Please, muse.

Come back.

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©2012 Cassandra Huidobro

Ser un Ser. Learning.

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Ser un Ser

Sentimos un cierto vacio
Los seres queridos
Los seres vividos
Los seres humanos

©2012/3 Cassandra Huidobro 

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Learning

I have learned to live in the present.

There are times I concentrate in the future.

Sometimes I think of the past.

And that is when I cry.

©2012 Cassandra Huidobro 

Just words ...

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Just words …

Words of a short story

Tears of a strong face

Clouds of a blue sky

Normalcy never arrives

To the time of the life of the year in return:

‘Never’ means the essence of the time you can’t see.

Stupidity comes easily to those who think they know the truth

Random acts of hate come easily to those who think they are the best

But the best comes when you know you are wrong

Steam forward and rejoice in your age

Youth may not come back but it is permanent in life

Exist and you will always be here in expiration

For your mind has left posterity, if the sky was yours to attain.

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©2012/3 Cassandra Huidobro

Art.

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Art.

In the words

Of painters

We progress

As artists.

In the spirit

Of writers,

We are inspired

As poets.  

In the songs

Of musicians

We tenor

An obtuse melody.

And,

As passionate beings

In the art of life,

We discover;

We learn;

We recover;

We keep going.

As humans.

©2013 Cassandra Huidobro

Hands

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Hands

Squeeze you tight.

Form your shape.

Guide my path.

Take you there.

See how strong.

Tell me love.

Feel my passion.

My reaction.

Take my hands.

Guide them well.

They will do 

What you say

They will please you

Every day.

Thank them well
And expect 

That from now
until the grave 

They'll satisfy

They'll love

They'll retain 

Their devotion

By your side 

They'll show you strength. 

Lock our fate

Kiss my hands

And at your service

They'll remain.

©2013 Cassandra Huidobro