Cinematic / Cinematográfico

Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS





Cinematic

 

The film has moved on,
 from that slate record
 that played in my childhood,
 my mother's records.

 

In those lives,
 with their melodies,
 still echoing today,
 in the power of remembrance,
 within this melancholic poem.

 

A life like a film, tinted
 with scenes that turn into memories,
 with those moments from the past that become stories,
 where the older we grow,
 the more we return to the past.

 

In that true cinema
 that was us,
 in the film
 of the life
 in those lives

 

 

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Cinematográfico

 

La película ha avanzado,
desde ese disco de pizarra,
que sonaba en mi niñez,
discos de mi madre.

En esas vidas,
con sus melodías,
que resuenan aún,
en el poder de recordar,
en este poema melancólico.

Una vida como una película que se tiñe
de escenas que se convierten en recuerdos,
en esos momentos pasados que son historias,
donde, cuando más años tenemos,
más volvemos al pasado.

 

En ese cine de verdad,
que fuimos nosotros,
en la película
de la vida
nuestra.

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Glenn Miller Moonlight Serenade - 1941

  • Author: Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 2nd, 2026 11:59
  • Comment from author about the poem: My poems are not metaphors. They are realities, though they may appear otherwise. Mis poemas no son metáforas, son realidades, aunque parezca lo contrario.
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Lorenz, isa kemmy, Tristan Robert Lange
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  • Lorenz

    Timeless moonlight serenade ! Where the older we grow...

  • sorenbarrett

    Yes I have reached the age of rerun in my life Carlos and it is both good and bad. Nice write my friend

  • isa kemmy

    I love the piem life is full of memories

    • Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS

      Thank you very much for wandering through the cloud of words that make up my poems.

    • Tristan Robert Lange

      Carlos, I’ve had songs throw me back into old rooms before, so this landed for me. Music really does have a strange way of keeping our younger selves nearby. Great job on this. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

      • Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS

        Thank you very much for swaying in those electric words, flying through the clouds of the internet until they take shape as poems.



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