Bustillos

BETWEEN CORDS / ENTRE CORDELES

BETWEEN CORDS

 

On the wire, on the slack rope,
among cords that move.

Among the rains that bring everything back to life,
between the cloudy and the sunny I walk.

Roaming through life without moving,
between the peace and the tempest of my blood,
agitated in a life that comes to nothing.

Among the cords that threaten my throat,
drowned in a dark alley with no way out.

Looking through the disorder of the days,
through the abandonment of the unstable,
gripped by the danger of living.

Between ropes and cords,
juggling in order to live,
on the slack rope—

in this life of mine,
which is no life.

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ENTRE CORDELES

 

En el alambre, en la cuerda floja, 

entre cordeles que se mueven.

Entre las lluvias que renacen todo, 

entre lo nublado y lo soleado ando.

Trashumando por la vida sin moverse, 

entre la paz y la tempestad de mi sangre, 

alborotado en la vida que no llega a nada.

Entre cordales que amenazan mi garganta, 

ahogado en un callejón obscuro sin salida.

Mirando entre el desorden de los días, 

entre el desamparo de lo inestable, 

atenazado por el peligro de vivir.

Entre cuerdas y cordeles, 

malabares para vivir, 

en la cuerda floja. 

en esa vida mía,

que no es vida.

 

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BETWEEN CORDS 

 

On the tightrope, on the trembling line,
among the shifting cords.

Among the rains that bring all things to life,
between the cloudy and the sunlit I wander.

Drifting through life without moving,
between the peace and the storm in my blood,
unsettled in a life that leads nowhere.

Among the ropes that threaten my throat,
drowning in a dark alley with no escape.

Gazing through the disorder of the days,
through the helplessness of the unstable,
gripped by the danger of living.

Between ropes and cords,
juggling just to survive,
on the tightrope—

in this life of mine,
that is no life at all.

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November 17, 2025 

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綱のあいだで

 

綱の上、たわむ縄の上で、
揺れ動く紐のあいだに立っている。

すべてをよみがえらせる雨の中で、
曇りと晴れのあいだを 私は歩く。

動かぬまま 人生をさまよい、
血の中の静けさと嵐のあいだで、
どこへも届かぬ人生に かき乱されている。

喉元を脅かす綱のあいだで、
抜け道のない暗い路地に 溺れている。

日々の乱れのあいだを見つめ、
不安定という 寄る辺なさの中で、
生きるという危うさに 締めつけられて。

綱と紐のあいだで、
生きるための曲芸をしながら、
たわむ縄の上で——

この私の人生、
もはや人生とは呼べぬもの。