Lo.cura, autor en Mariposas y Poemas

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Trapped decays

ByLo.cura28/03/2021

About my experience of the pandemic... It has been monthsnew seasons bornand left behind us. There are whispers nowrustling outside the windowI’m dreaming from. There is no capture ofthe tasty food waitingwhile I search for my angleto trap the peace foreverto seal those

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Towering

ByLo.cura09/01/2021

I’m broken, I hear. I see the cracksfrom the base up, each beating deeperit reaches, rain is falling in,blood getting dry. I’m broken, saysthe voice. I trace the edgesat times I stop,I want to feel more.I see the crevicesand I raise them. I’m hurt and I

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Blistered hearts

ByLo.cura07/11/2020

blistered heartsdon’t fear just hurtstraddles don’t look like usroaming in the dustwe just have blisteredwild hungry hearts fires on the horizonconsume our nightstucked in by secret desireswe wish not to see the lightbut crave what we deserve to haveand thenwe

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Determination

ByLo.cura01/11/2020

IT’S BEEN A LOT Welcome to the end of the world… Sorry, the end of 2020. Is it the end yet? Not really. Nevertheless, there’s already talk about the cancellation of yet another festivity here in Spain: Christmas. How many times have we cancelled plans,

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Day and Night, I do

ByLo.cura16/08/2020

* These shards of hope cannot cut my skin, I’m made of tainted glass I feel the edges as my own. I can pick them up every day and put them back in the sun, where they can grow tight and make you smile. ** There are these moments when the moon is full and […]

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Bittersweet holiday

ByLo.cura12/08/2020

Shimmering gold and I’m dreaming still, my arms closing in like the jealous tide, won’t ever try to find a better shore where to stop by.

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Ganas

ByLo.cura07/08/2020

Pequeñas y revoltosas, te envuelven en las sombras, me sonríen pícaras cuando te busco las cosquillas. Su simpatía me encandila, pero son escurridizas. Cuando quiero tocarlas tú me miras y en silencio me vacilas.

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A very 2020 summer

ByLo.cura05/08/2020

I never seem to get there to the point where my fingers reach the soft waters, the warm sand. I never seem to get close enough to dive deep into the sea and taste the salt on my lips.

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Summer reading: advice on writing by famous writer

ByLo.cura16/07/2020

«Life isn’t a support-system for art. It’s the other way around.» On Writing, Stephen King During the course of this week, I’ve read a new type of book for me: On writing, by Stephen King. This book is «a memoir of the craft», with the writer recounting

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Spill your blood

ByLo.cura29/10/2019

Have you ever felt like you are living a life that doesn’t quite suit you? That you are behaving and moving through your circumstances in ways that don’t do justice to your whole being? I feel like that right now. I know it is probably temporary, but I can tell