Saludos!
Hello again Freewritters, this time I share with you an interpretation of what sometimes involves me to write a few lines. Although it is an exercise I enjoy, many times ideas emerge from what we don't want to see in ourselves.
Although what I share is brief, for me it is endowed with intensity. Thank you for reading, if you have comments they will be very welcome.
Greetings!
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De rojo
Las letras son el cuerpo de un delito
la culpa de escribirlas se mezcla en mi sangre,
cada palabra se derrama en el cristal de la vitrina del tiempo carnicero.
Intermitente flujo de ideas,
frases convertidas de líneas
haciendo llagas en el papel.
Incertidumbre,
mis sentidos corroen cada letra teñida de rojo:
mis ideas se han desangrado.
In red
The letters are the body of a crime
the guilt of writing them is mixed in my blood,
each word spills on the glass
of the showcase of the butcher's time.
Intermittent flow of ideas,
phrases turned into lines
making sores on the paper.
Uncertainty,
my senses corrode each red-tinged letter:
my ideas have bled to death.
