Waters of My Torrent
In my veins, a river
waters and blood in my body,
spilling days over my wandering soul.
Traveling through my sea of waves,
adding poems to the flow of my life,
in that world so small within the chaos of immensity,
in that body unable to contain the soul
that bursts without remedy.
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Aguas de mi torrente
En mis venas, un río,
aguas y sangre en mi cuerpo,
derramando días sobre mi alma navegante.
Viajando en mi mar de olas,
añadiendo poemas al flujo de mi vida,
en ese mundo tan pequeño en el caos de la inmensidad,
en ese cuerpo que no puede contener al alma
que estalla sin remedio.
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My poems are my way of seeing.
Mis poemas es mi manera de mirar.
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Author:
Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS (
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Comments3
Nicely done Carlos rivers within the body.
well written
Thank you so much for taking a moment to look into my poems. May happiness walk with you in your life, a gentle breeze filling you with everything good.
Carlos, this feels very alive to me…not calm, not tidy, just full of movement and pressure. I enjoyed reading it, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you
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