Una cosa es la forma, otra es el límite.
Ser ciego es una forma; no un límite,
ser una mujer es una forma; no un límite,
Ser uno mismo es una forma; no un límite,
Dejar ir es una forma,
aferrarse es un límite.









One thing is the shape, different is the limit.
Being blind is a shape, not a limit;
being a woman is a shape, not a limit;
Being yourself is a shape, not a limit.
Letting go is a shape,
trying to keep what is already gone, that´s a limit.

Knowing is freedom, freedom is painful

Painful is absence, absence is memory.

Memory is imagination, imagination is thought

Thought is confusion, confusion is doubt.

Doubt is mystery, mystery is question

Question is opportunity, opportunity is today.

Today is the time, 

time, is honey.

Honey is a bee, 

to be, is yourself.

Yourself is you.

You are imperfect, 

imperfect is myself.

Myself is now.

Now... it's different

Different is beautiful, beautiful is Garoto.

Garoto is my dog.

My dog is my friend, friend is acceptance,

Acceptance is humble, humble is simple.

Simple is to float.

To float is to be light,

To be light, is to allow the light.

No lo nombres,

eso que tú eres

eso en lo que te transformas.

Don´t name it.

Don´t name what you are.

Don´t name it, what you are becoming.

Haiku

Fruta madura
te hará caer tu peso,
ninguna prisa.








Ripe fruit
will fall by your own weight,
no hurry.

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Será que alguna vez te vuelva a ver,
o será que te voy a volver a ver de otro modo.
Voy a mirar la ventana desde afuera
y a pensarme entre tus paredes.
Pero pocas veces, y cada vez menos.
Voy a encontrarme con ese espíritu en alguna otra parte,
eso lo sé.
Nos dejamos ir,
ya nos dejamos ir.







I might see you again,
or I might see you again in a different way.
I will look at the window from the outside,
I will imagine myself between your walls.
But rarely, and each day less and less.
I will find your spirit somewhere else,
I know that.
We let go,
we let it go.