En infinidad de libretas y cuadernos, he dejado huella de mi propio mundo interior, un poco de mis pensamientos, mis vivencias y mis sentimientos. Por allá en el 2017, estaba iniciando un camino diferente, un camino en busca de mi propia paz.
Lo que nadie me dijo es que serían días difíciles ... Yo soy partidaria de que a través de la tragedia se puede crear arte, o se puede crear, así a secas. Por eso, quiero compartirles un poco de lo que creé en tiempos de incertidumbre. Me he tomado la libertad de modificarlo y agregarle un par de cosas, espero les guste 😊.
In countless notebooks and notebooks, I have left a mark of my own inner world, a bit of my thoughts, my experiences and my feelings. Back in 2017, I was starting a different path, a path in search of my own peace.
What nobody told me is that there would be difficult days ... I am in favor of the fact that through tragedy, art can be created, or it can be created, just like that. Therefore, I want to share with you a little of what I created in times of uncertainty. I have taken the liberty of modifying it and adding a couple of things to it, I hope you like it 😊.
I have turned like a soul many times. Like someone asking a favor from the otherworld. Like one who prays to the wandering soul of a dead person.
I have turned like a soul. As one who burns in the flames of incongruity, of what is neither heaven nor hell. I have prayed for the salvation of my soul, I have sought to free myself from my sins. I have wanted eternal rest, but I was afraid.
Who is freed from the sin of incarnating the skin and carrying the bones of those who oppress their own will to live? There is no healing light for those who do not seek their own salvation, there is no brightness in the pupil of those who do not see the colors in the sky, and for them, there is punishment in the darkest of shadows.
Entre santos profanos, entre velones y vírgenes. La imagen de aquella que porta un manto virginal. Con la frente mirando al suelo, con los ojos impregnados de lágrimas. Arden brujas, arden mujeres inocentes, arden almas perdidas, son nuestras mártires, ellas nos cumplen plegarias, somos su propio reflejo...
Between profane saints, between candles and virgins. The image of the one who wears a virginal cloak. With his forehead looking at the ground, his eyes filled with tears. Witches burn, innocent women burn, lost souls burn, they are our martyrs, they fulfill our prayers, we are their own reflection ...
Me he volteado como un ánima y pequeñas llamas han iluminado un camino lleno de dudas, acompañados de un silencio abrumador. Era como si vibrase, era como si las presencias estuviesen ahí. Y entre ellas, mi otro yo, la imagen que yo misma volteé.
I have turned around like an anima and small flames have illuminated a path full of doubts, accompanied by an overwhelming silence. It was as if it vibrated, it was as if the presences were there. And among them, my other self, the image that I turned around.
Con la boca seca y la voz temblorosa, yo pedía que se me hiciese un milagro. Pedía por mi alma, quería vivir sin dolor, quería vivir sin enfermedad, sin tormento.
With a dry mouth and a trembling voice, I asked for a miracle to be performed on me. I asked for my soul, I wanted to live without pain, I wanted to live without disease, without torment.
Presenciaba el silencio ensordecedor de lo esotérico, la brisa helada detrás de mi espalda. No encontré preguntas respondidas, no sentí milagro concebido. Era la soledad contra mis propios pensamientos.
I witnessed the deafening silence of the esoteric, the icy breeze behind my back. I did not find answered questions, I did not feel a miracle conceived. It was loneliness against my own thoughts, I was witnessing the deafening silence of the esoteric, the icy breeze behind my back. I did not find answered answers, I did not feel a miracle conceived. It was loneliness against my own thoughts.
There are no more alternatives. Meanwhile, I will continue to put my image on my head, hoping to do my favors, and praying to myself, so that the misery will not be eternal. Have one foot here and the other there ...