You are my HIV, my perfect disease.
My eventual downfall, the perpetual hum that slowly diffuses sweet poison into every scene we star in.
You are my HIV, my perfect disease.
My eventual downfall, the perpetual hum that slowly diffuses sweet poison into every scene we star in.
Being Latino, you can’t talk about ‘it’ unless you first cushion your sentence with a couple of “God Bless Us” and “Que Dios nos Ampare,” followed by twisting the sentence into a life lesson of sorts.
Me has seducido
con Tus palabras salvajes
Y encendiste mi alma
con una locura insaciable.
The will to endure will triumph
over the will to conflict.
If you need propane, to light the fire,
conserve the desire, express without tire,
embrace the ire, but honor the supplier,
and feed when desired.
He wasn’t dressed like a disheveled, broken man.
His clothes spoke out “I’m a respected man with a streak of misfortune, but I’ll get back on my feet.”
Esencia desnuda
Que derrite mis prejuicios
Y abandona sus deseos entre las huellas
Que dejaste cuando te fuiste.
For a man who is 86 years old, he sounded well. Though I know his body was not, his mind was still very much in tact. He had given me his usual ‘How many girlfriends do you have now?’ opener, his way of asking if I’m in a committed relationship.
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