Odio Cada Lagrima Fragmentada Y Garganta Rasposa. Lloro, De Mi Obsoleta Existencia, El Colapso Es Mi

Vivir a muerte

Alquitrán en los pulmones

Alguna vez podré respirar?

No escupo sangre, sino lodo negro,

Donde se enmarañan las palabras...

Que me digo

Que me dices

Las escupo, una a una

me arranco los puñales

clavados en mis pulmones

No veo

(Alquitrán en los ojos)

Alguna vez podré ver?

Me ahogo

(Ya no existo)

Alguna vez podré renacer?

2021

THERE IS NO CAPITAL WITHOUT LABOR

THERE IS NO CAPITAL WITHOUT LABOR

Bailemos #accionpoetica

Call to Action (again)

We got Tumblr’s attention with our past peaceful protest campaigns

Protect the Creators

Bring Back Reply

Protest against hate speech

Bring Back Arch Atlas

Maybe it is time we use our beloved Tumblr to protest this sexist policy that marks female nipples as porn. Tumblr is being extreme in what its decision and policies, and is using a useless algorithm that sees Rothko paintings (see @dailyrothko) and flowers and all kinds of non-porn images as porn.

So, on Monday, 12-17-18, we should not post anything on Tumblr, except the above photo, which is available here. NOTE: You can also add these to your avatar to let anyone who visits your site know about this.

As this post suggests, if we have a queue with images, we should add this one to 12-17-18. As part of our protest, we should not do anything on Tumblr for the whole day: no dashboard, no posts, no comments, chat, replies. We should also, as recommended by @jtmportland, we should also completely log out to show a physical drop in traffic/use.

Nothing on Tumblr, all day, M, 12-17-18. Even log out completely for the day so there is a drop in traffic/use.

Also, please think about putting @staff & @support​ on any and all reblogs of this and any on any posts about this, since this will send them a direct notification of each and every post about this. We need to flood their dashboards so they see we are upset.

Also, please use the staff and support tags.

Again, here is the link to the above sign: https://drive.google.com/open?id=1CWHndyT6EUu1ZKzS_CCUZ4yEJlS6vhcI

Tienes unos ojos, que ni con mascara de pestañas podrían verse tan bonitos… Unos cachetes que no requieren de dieta porque la genética así los quiso… Tu sonrisa no requiere de cirugía, ni tus dientes de blanqueado… Y tu cintura es perfecta sin las cifras que te importan… Tu cabello que no desea ser recogido o procesado y le gusta ir al viento, sin sentirse domado… Lo bonito son tus manos que dibujan o escriben… Tus hoyuelos que se asoman si sonríes… Son tus pies porque te acercan a las personas que amas… Es tu oído, es tu vista, es tu tacto, que te acercan al mundo… Eres tú, es tu esencia, son tus miedos, imperfecciones y cicatrices… Lo que te identifica, lo que te marca… Y, creas o no, alguien te ama porque sabe que ese montón de errores no los tiene alguien más…

Clara Ajc (via de-poesia-y-poetas)

Blümelein

Me llamas flor, y yo solo tengo de eso los pétalos rojos que me ves cuando me enfado. 

Me dices que me quieres aún cuando hay tormenta, y yo solo espero no ser quien las provoque. 

Me dices que me amas, y yo solo temo que algún día esas palabras te sepan amargas. 

Me llamas flor, pero todos sabemos que, cuando llega el invierno, las flores se marchitan.

You know what I like about art? That it embodies a person's view of the world they have around, even when that world isn't necessarily beautiful. It's like you get to see through someone's eyes, through their experiences and likes or dislikes. And sometimes you get to see how a person has decided to live, despite what true life is really like.

Para ti un beso, 

para mí una eternidad. 

J. G de Araújo Jorge