Dear hugo
2/20/17
Dear Hugo,
I know you realized a long-life dream yesterday.
You watched Barcelona take a cheap win from Leganes,
And you witnessed—the one and only--
Lionel Messi.
What a feat my friend!
Que gran Hazaña!
From Moroleon to Barcelona,
A simple, super brilliant, unadorned,
Lavishly rich in culture, and a man in love
Like yourself has made it across the world.
You are alive!
You witnessed the colors!
You experienced the folkloric chants!
You vibrated in the experience!
Your heart was pounding, your blood was pumping,
Your throat reached a new pitch of sound in honor
Of the sporting event that you and I, both, have called
A way of life.
Dormiste esta noche y tuviste sueños con tintes de
Color blaugrana.
Un chavo, que en algun entonces,
Yo llegue a conocer tan bien. Haz crecido,
Y te fuiste a vivir tu vida al otro lado del mundo
Para realizar sueños que aun no te dabas cuenta que tenias.
Hugo, no lo sabes, pero yo tambien cumpli mi proprio sueño,
En el mismo dia en que tu realizaste el tuyo.
I am also growing, my dear friend.
I read a poem,
To a room full of people.
In a small, suburban coffee house,
On a rainy day,
In the middle of nowhere America.
I am not falling behind.
We were born on the same day,
And as if by cosmic reverence,
The universe is keeping us conjoined.
Our paths are similar my dear old friend.
Ah! Pero como el tiempo se nos escapa!
Pero el amor persiste.
I remember you every, single, day.
Dear Hugo,
I know you realized a long-life dream yesterday.
You watched Barcelona take a cheap win from Leganes,
And you witnessed—the one and only--
Lionel Messi.
What a feat my friend!
Que gran Hazaña!
From Moroleon to Barcelona,
A simple, super brilliant, unadorned,
Lavishly rich in culture, and a man in love
Like yourself has made it across the world.
You are alive!
You witnessed the colors!
You experienced the folkloric chants!
You vibrated in the experience!
Your heart was pounding, your blood was pumping,
Your throat reached a new pitch of sound in honor
Of the sporting event that you and I, both, have called
A way of life.
Dormiste esta noche y tuviste sueños con tintes de
Color blaugrana.
Un chavo, que en algun entonces,
Yo llegue a conocer tan bien. Haz crecido,
Y te fuiste a vivir tu vida al otro lado del mundo
Para realizar sueños que aun no te dabas cuenta que tenias.
Hugo, no lo sabes, pero yo tambien cumpli mi proprio sueño,
En el mismo dia en que tu realizaste el tuyo.
I am also growing, my dear friend.
I read a poem,
To a room full of people.
In a small, suburban coffee house,
On a rainy day,
In the middle of nowhere America.
I am not falling behind.
We were born on the same day,
And as if by cosmic reverence,
The universe is keeping us conjoined.
Our paths are similar my dear old friend.
Ah! Pero como el tiempo se nos escapa!
Pero el amor persiste.
I remember you every, single, day.
Biography
I was born in Uriangato Guanajuato Mexico and am attending SSU in hopes of attaining a single subject credential in the English program. I have been writing poetry for a few years; experimenting with writing in English and Spanish. My poetry is an exploration of self, as well as how time, place and person are in constant interaction and influencing each other.
I was born in Uriangato Guanajuato Mexico and am attending SSU in hopes of attaining a single subject credential in the English program. I have been writing poetry for a few years; experimenting with writing in English and Spanish. My poetry is an exploration of self, as well as how time, place and person are in constant interaction and influencing each other.