POEMA: "Las horas robadas" | POEM: The stolen hours [ESP - ENG]

**LAS HORAS ROBADAS** *Aquí estoy, entre la penumbra de mi habitación y las colinas insensatas de mis sábanas, escuchando a las nubes revestir la espera que ahonda en la singularidad de la multitud; las escucho contar las veces que les ha hecho detener el tiempo y exhalar sus desilusiones, mientras terminan de derrumbarse sobre la ciudad.* # *¿Cómo hago para no llorar con ellas? ¿Cómo les digo que aquí estoy, intentando escapar de lo irónico de su encanto? Pero aunque quiero escapar nada me hará olvidarlas, pues son el reflejo de mi alma. Apacible, densamente ligera, que cuando cae todo lo nubla, todo lo calma, todo lo enmudece, con formas refrescantes, que si intentas abrazar nada podrás tocar.* # *Aquí estoy, inventando las horas que me ha robado, entre páginas, letras y pensamientos. Aquí estoy, pintando su agonía con colores cálidos, esperando el momento en que ellas sean iguales. Unánimes a la corriente de aire que les hará volver a su lugar, a su inmensidad, con la misma inquietud con la que deseo avanzar, como si se tratará de mí queriendo saltar el espacio y el tiempo que conlleva la espera.* --- **Muchas gracias por leer.** **¡Hasta pronto!**

FULL ENGLISH VERSION

Hello! hive friends. It's been a long time since I had written poems, but my heart was asking for it again. So I come to celebrate and share with you this return to poetry. I hope you like it... --- 

**THE STOLEN HOURS** Here I am, between the gloom of my room and the senseless hills of my sheets, listening to the clouds cloak the waiting that deepens in the singularity of the crowd; I hear them recount the times they've made time stand still and exhale their disappointments, as they finally collapse over the city. # How do I keep from crying with them? How do I tell them I'm here, trying to escape the irony of their charm? But though I want to escape, nothing will make me forget them, for they are the reflection of my soul. Peaceful, densely light, that when it falls, it clouds everything, calms everything, silences everything, with refreshing forms, that if you try to embrace, you can touch nothing. # Here I am, inventing the hours that have been stolen from me, among pages, letters, and thoughts. Here I am, painting their agony with warm colors, waiting for the moment they become one. Unanimous with the current of air that will return them to their place, to their immensity, with the same restlessness with which I wish to advance, as if it were me wanting to leap the space and time that waiting entails. --- **Thank you very much for reading.** **See you soon!**

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