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Sayat Nova, from Anthology of Armenian Poetry, ed. & tr. by Diana Der Hovanessian and Marzbed Margossian; "I traveled the world"

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¿Algún día buscare algo real?

¿Me cansaré de dar vueltas?

¿Tendré ganas de darle sentido a las cosas?

Sentir que el tiempo tiene que invertirse, y no solo disfrutarlo.

¿Algún día perderé esto que aún me da paz?

Ya no querré ser solo yo,

Necesitare de alguien más.

Alguien que pueda amar, alguien que me quiera amar.

Algún día,

¿Tambien tendré que emprender mi busqueda por el amor?

¿Habrá perdido ya su camino a mi?

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Tengo prisa por verte y olvidar.

Por sentir tu piel y olvidar mi ser.

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Lo he perdido todo.

Ese deseo...

Por amar y ser amada.

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Linda Pastan, from Waiting for My Life: Poems; "What We Want"

[Text ID: "and in the morning / our arms ache. / We don't remember the dream, / but the dream remembers us."]

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I feel miserable,

But at least I’m not tired.

The thread im holding is thick

But I still feel like falling.

Hang in there…

The sun will come…

Will make me sweat…

And I might fall.

If I’m strong enough

I’ll be here till winter comes

It will froze my hands

Break my skin

And I will again

Fall.

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RED

Today you talked to me while wearing a red T-shirt.

For years I´ve been putting all my hatred on that color.

But today, I remembered the color of my blood. I discovered blood still shows on my brown skin cheeks. I felt my heart pounding and screaming: "IM RED TOO".

Now I can´t stop thinking about this feeling, these red butterflies you gave me.

Whatever happens, happens...

But without a doubt, I will be forever grateful for how you transformed my hatred into hope.

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Temo decirle a mi conciencia

Lo que siento por ti.

Me concentro en pensar

lo bonito que es querer;

Lo bonitas que son,

estas mariposas…

Que sin saber me das.

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Quédate un rato,

No tengas miedo a este espacio.

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Pensar en olvidarte me ponía incomoda, tensaba mis nervios y mi estomago.

Lo cierto fue que te olvide con coraje.

Permití que tu recuerdo se desvaneciera como helado en primavera. Y te deje ir.

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Hoy mi corazón se levanto cobarde.

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Por qué un día esto sea cierto 🤞🏾✨

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It hurts...

To think that "it´ll pass"

That the warmth I feel right now ... will pass

That every time I love...

will eventually "pass".

This is the part of change that I don´t like.

Is pain the foundation of every feeling?

things pass and I go back to pain...

which eventually pass

and come back

and I´m lost again.

Some things should stick forever.

Fleabag | 2x06

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i dont know exactly how to articulate this in a way other people havent but everything is too fast now. 24/7 news cycle, online focuses that last for hours instead of months or years, songs written just so ten seconds can go viral. movies and books churned out to meet some nebulous income quota. idk. im motion sick

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Vivo con el corazónn apachurrado.

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I'll give you my butterflies

Because I want to.

I'll grow them and set them free

For you.

They are the best in me

And what I love the most.

Real or not,

Because maybe you won’t see them

They are who I am.

And they are the best thing I could ever be.

This part of me

Is yours now.

The best version of me

Is my gift to you.

Because I like you.