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LO QUE SOY

Posted by [email protected] on April 1, 2013 at 1:00 PM

Soy la suma de lo que pude ser y no fui y de lo que fui y no quise ser.

Soy la suma de mis deseos reprimidos y las represiones indeseadas,

 soy el fruto de los suenos de mis noches de insomio y las pesadillas de mis suenos realizados.

Soy la suma de todos los espacios vacios que otros antes de mi y despues de mi han dejado,

 soy la suma de lo que deje atras para llegar hasta aqui y de lo que dejo hoy para volver al pasado y reconstruirlo.

 Soy al mismo tiempo semilla tierra flor y fruto, al mismo tiempo ayer y hoy, al mismo tiempo lo construido durante la paz y la destruccion total durante la guerra.

Soy lo que mis padres, mis hermanos mis amigos mis ancestros no fueron y a la vez la compilacion de todos ellos.

Soy mis hijos y el trabajo de mis manos y el reposo deseado y los hijos que no tuve.

 Soy lo que escribi y las palabras que existian potenciales a ser dichas y fueron nunca escogidas por mi verso.

Soy todos los lugares que mis pies pisaron y pisaran y todos aquellos que inaccesibles fueron a mi historia.

 Todos los amores que me amaron y aquellos que siendo amados se marcharon y aun aquellos con quienes los caminos se cruzaron incognitos y ajenos

Soy lo que la historia me ha contado, lo que otros escribieron en su ayer presente y la constelación hacia la que dirijo mi deambular austero en busca de un horizonte donde anclar mi barca.

Soy lo que debí ser porque mis pasos son el eco de mi historia y lo que de mi no se esperaba, tambien soy, porque aquello modela mi existencia.

Soy la suma de millones de genes transmutando el tiempo y el espacio para llegar al futuro inmaterial que transforma la fantasía en sueňo y el sueňo en esperanza.

 

 

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I am the sum of what I could had been and I wasn’t and that that I was and didn’t want to be.

I am the sum of my repressed desires and the undesired repressions.

I am the fruit of the dreams of my nights of insomnia and the nightmares of my accomplished dreams,

I am the sum of all the empty spaces that others before me and after me left behind.

I am the sum of what I abandoned to arrive here and of what I renounce to, today to go back to the past and rebuild it.

I am at the same time seed, soil, flower and fruit. At the same time yesterday and today. At the same time what was built during peace and the total destruction during war.

I am what my parents, my brothers, my friends, my ancestors were not, and at the same time the compilation of all of them.

I am my children and the work of my hands, and the desired repose and the children I didn’t have.

I am what I wrote and the words that were potential to be said and were never chosen by my verse.

I am all the places that my feet trod and will tread, and all of those that were inaccessible to my story.

All the lovers who loved me and all of them who, though being loved, walked away, and even those with whom our paths crossed incognitos and disaffected.

I am what history told me; what others wrote in their present yesterday and the constellation towards which I aim my austere wander, seeking a horizon where to anchor my boat.

I am what I was supposed to be, because my steps are the echo of my history, and that, which was not expected from me, I also am, because that molded my existence.

I am the sum of millions of gens transmuting time and space to arrive at the immaterial future that transforms fantasy into dreams and dreams into hope.

 

 

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