Nunca pensé en decirte un adiós verdadero.
Tal vez está en mi naturaleza
Escribo en presente continuo
Continuamente.
En mi cabeza, una baraja de palabras.
Yo elijo como si el azar fuera sabio,
Como si la sinceridad fuera un impulso animal.
Como si el poema existiera solo.
Sin mí.
Soy solo su medio.
Para salir.
Y decir.
Algo cierto.
Como la erupción de un volcán.
El que lea esto estará cubierto de cenizas.
Inevitablemente.

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I never thought of saying a real goodbye.

Maybe it's in my nature.
I write in present continuous.
Continuously.
In my head, a deck of words.
I choose as if chance was wise.

As if honesty was an animal impulse.

As if the poem would exist by itself alone.

Without me.

I'm just it's medium.

To come out.

And say

Something true.

As the eruption of a volcano.

Who ever reads this will be covered in ashes.

Inevitably.