Friday, May 5, 2017

Our Mother Earth

I found some of these pictures on Tumblr and I think they comically depict how our Earth is decaying due to the actions of climate change deniers. It's mesmerizing to think that one of the most powerful people on the planet—AKA the leader of our Nation—, Donald J. Trump, legitimately thinks climate change is a hoax. Even recently, when asked if he still thought global warming was a hoax, he gave no clear response. What does it have to come to for everyone to realize this is a serious issue? How many species have to go extinct and how many people have to die due to extreme weather events for people to be able to realize climate change is not a hoax?







Friday, March 31, 2017

Para vos, mi perdición

Para vos, mi perdición
Con ojos más profundos que cualquier océano,
Un alma con bondad inagotable,
Que me busca, me convence cada vez,
Que me brinda esperanza cuando ya no veo el fin,
Y me arrastro sin revoltijo hacia tus pies divinos.

Para vos, mi perdición
Que me salva de aquellos longevos días,
Cuando brilla la luna más fuerte que mi deseo de vivir,
Y sin embargo es de día.

Para vos, mi perdición
Yo proclamo mi amor por ti,
Uno absoluto e inmortal,
Jamás perfecto,
Más, indudablemente, imperfectible.

Para vos, mi perdición, mi salvación
Que se marchó cuando mis mares se separaron,
Lo dejaron ir y huyó.

Para vos, mi salvación,
Que una vez fue a mi lado,
Y hoy es memoria,
Marchitando cada día, cada hora, cada segundo en su ausencia.

Para vos, mi amor perdido, soy eterna.

Nosotros, Sangre de Fuego

Fue sangre de fuego
La que nos unió con pasión,
Y nuestras vidas fueron un sacrificio
Que sucedió para experiencia propia.

Fue tan fugaz
Que al parpadear,
Fuiste ya mi pasado, y mis lágrimas
Yacían ya cansadas en el suelo,
Sin esperanza alguna en tu regresar.

Friday, March 24, 2017

Peru needs help

After three long weeks of destructive mudslides and floods that have left over 50,000 people homeless and over 70 people dead, Peru is going through a rough time due to the effects of climate change. This situation is expected to continue for another two weeks, leaving many more affected.

Because of the severity of this situation, Hispanic Student Association at the University of Florida has decided to help me spread awareness so people can donate and provide peruvians the help they desperately need! You can help too by donating to these sites: https://www.gofundme.com/unasolafuerzameraki, https://www.ammado.com/community/193613

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Dime tú

Dime cuándo fue,
que te mire a los ojos y ví la oscuridad,
cuando fue que perdí la luz que me guiaba,
que me abrazaba y feliz me sonreía.
Dime cuándo fue que dejé de tomarte la mano,
de sostenerla con suficiente fuerza para no soltarla,
cuando fue que la descuidé,
cuando fue que se aflojó y se soltó,
dime cuándo fue que toque tu mano y no la sentí,
cuando fue que al abrazarte ya no eras tu,
y al besarte no te sentí.

Y hoy, yazco en un lugar obscuro,
un lugar que parece no tener salida,
y pues tampoco entrada,
parece que caí del cielo,
o escalé desde abajo.

Desde que llegué te he buscado,
y he fallado en encontrar tu luz,
tu alma,
tu perdón.

No existe, no lo encuentro.
Dime tú—es este el fin?
O es una montaña, un obstáculo, un estorbo?
Dime tú—es que no me has perdonado?
O es que talvez,
Ya me has olvidado?
Dime tú.

I have nothing to say

I have nothing to say.
In a world where oppression grows on the daily,
Injustice exists,
And respect doesn't live amongst us.
I—have nothing to say.

I hear conversations
Between family members,
Between friends,
Between strangers.

Conversations about chaos,
About the daily storm of events falling upon us,
About those who confront prejudices,
About those who are white, those who are black,
About those who are old and young,
About those oppressed by our relentless society,
About everyone.

I, too, face this,
And I want to share.
I want to share my opinion, my struggles.
I want to share my daily internal suffering caused by those who think less of me.
Who think of me as a less intelligent, less capable person.
This, I want to share.
Yet I can't.
I can't share because
"What do I know?
As a young, nonworking person,
As a woman, as an immigrant."
I hear it again: "What do I know?"
I then think to myself: "I—have nothing to say."

To ignorance,
To injustice,
To closed mindedness,
To those who think times are unchanging,
And today's oppression is as well.
To those who complain too much and do too little,
To those who want me quiet, silenced,
Those who think I'm incapable of greater things,
Whose minds are strictly set to believing in endless inequity,
I—have nothing to say.
And yet, a lot to do.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Dare

I dare myself to find a soul like yours,
I dare myself to seek such a pure feeling,
I dare these undaunted fingers to attempt to start what could be an endless journey,
A journey in the search of something nonexistant,
something that could be compared to this creature,
a creature that came from the darkest to lighten up the forest that has grown in my heart.
A creature hat came to warm up cold feet, feet that had been frozen by this forest,
A creature unafraid to sow its love in the deepest, and to let it grow strong without even trying.
A creature that cannot be compared to previous summers,
a creature that will could save me.

What seems to be shown is nothing compared to what is felt,
and what is actually said to be felt is nothing compared to the sentiment that blossoms from my soul.