sometimes you the only way to heal is to accept and embrase your hurt
Oh! It hurts, its hurts so bad, The passing from one to another, The separation of my soul from your soul, To a life alone. You might find rest, you might find peace, A new life begins, a new life for me, My new life alone. You were my life, my one and only, You were my best and my worst, You were and will always be, the only one I have, In my life alone. Alone… Reaching out to find nothing, no one Calling out and hearing only your voice ringing Searching always and yet from now on it will always be me, Alone, my life alone.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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