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Feeling — November 20, 2016

Feeling

Just listening with my soul.

Feeling strange again.

Understanding the way to learn.

Understanding their way to be safe.

Just listening some unreal sound of birds.

Feeling frightened again.

My soul saying keep away.

It is saying run away !!!

Alive — November 19, 2016
Morfina Para El Alma — August 13, 2016

Morfina Para El Alma

​-Tu Alucinante Inmensidad Atrae, Atrapa.

Da miedo!

Consciente De Tus Despertares Suben.

Un poco y Otro Poco Más.

Y Ya No Se Detienen.

Triste Ambición Esa De

Alcanzar La Cima.

-‘Escalaron Fieras…?

Sintiendose En La Gloria 

Por Un Puto Segundo.

Respiran Tan Hóndo.

Exálan Odio, Dolor o Tristeza? 

-Sentir?

Sentir La Misma Mierda

Acariciando Perros.

-Y Ahora Quién Los Ata?

-Vos Fiera, Tragando Tu Soberbia?

-Y Sí.

 En Esa Triste Cima Vuelven A Sentir La Nada.

Vacío Y Soledad.

Tinieblas.

Los Atormentan Gemidos, Gritos De Libertad, Aullidos!

-A Quién Quieren Mentirle?

Cae La Noche

Se Escuchan Los Ladridos.
-Vamos Fiera Soltateeee !!!

-Caeee De Una Vez.

Cae Hasta Tocar Fondo!!!

Sentí Otra Vez La Vida!!!

Soledad y Dolor.

Eso  NO Es La Nada!!!
Y Ahora?

*Morfina Para El Alma

Antes De Tocar Fondo? 

Invitan La Pasada.

-Pero Mira Que Bien!!!

Sarcástica Mirada.

– Y Ahora En La Bajada,

En La Brutal Caída?

-Quién Los Salva?

 Fiera Volveee!!!

*Y Vuelve.

Vuelve A Buscar Descuidados Eslabones.

Quien Sabe!!!
Por Ahi Se Salva!

-Morfina Para El Alma.

Ya Estan Los Eslabones.
Tranqui.

 Anda.

 Respira hondo.

 Deja Esa Bestia Atada !!!
Cecilia Sebé Mercader 14032016

Nothing — August 9, 2016

Nothing

​There is no-word that could change how I sadly feel inside.

My soul knows you got something wrong, despite of you had sured you didn’t.

I tried to say NOTHING about my feelings…

I tried, but I couldn’t.

As I always do, I was where you were.

I was beside you, second by second.

Soul by soul.

Why didn’t you understand it?

I told you that, such many times.

‘I am always with you’.

But you hadn’t meant what I said.
I looked through your eyes.

I heard the words you heard.

I could feel each sensation you felt.

And now NOTHING…

Cecilia Sebé Mercader.

Question —

Question

​Sometimes!

Only sometimes…

When people ask you something, you should try to understand the real message hidden behind the question.

Seem to be a simple question, but I’m sure, because I feel it, that the intention of that question is telling you something hard to stand.

There are lots of different ways to make you accept or think about a matter that you refuse to do.

You need serenity, courage and wisdom to go ahead…

The more you keep calm, the more you understand.

Cecilia Sebé Mercader.

Untrust — August 8, 2016

Untrust

​You had waken all my fears when you stopped trusting on me….

You have been tried to control everything about me….

Pushing  me to my dark side…

Feeding all my black shadows, my darkness is on my back again…

and now…

the only thing you say to me is get away….

I don’t stand you….

How easy is to pronunce the words ‘ill’, ‘mad’ or ‘crazy’.

You woke all my fears up, but you didn’t tell me what for…

Cecilia Sebé Mercader.

Go Ahead — August 7, 2016

Go Ahead

​I carried a bag

Full of bones.

I didn’t feel anything.

I feel we will meet each other one day.

I feel you.

I hear your shouts.

Just a bit more.

Just a bit.

See you soon wherever you are.

Cecilia Sebé Mercader.

Tacuara — August 5, 2016

Tacuara

​Como tàl, he de seguir subiendo.

He de seguir creciendo.

Volando, hasta alcanzar y fucionarme en el cielo.
Tacuara.
Como tál, he de seguir soportando los temporales más fuertes de lluvia y viento.
Tacuara.
Como tál he de sanar cada marca,

Cada herida causada en mi caña.

Sopla tan intenso viento,

Casi parece vencerme.
Pero raíces Tacuara tengo.
Sopla tan intenso viento.

Siento la caida.

Siente mi caña besar de muerte al suelo.

Pero raíces Tacuara tengo,

Y al rosar la putrefacta y fría tierra,

 aunque duela la herdida,

 Siento que vira el viento.
 Tacuara.
 Me levanto erguida ante la muerte, de cara a la vida.
 Y así como si nada, 

pero sintiendo mi corazón soltar latidos y gemidos de parto al viento,

Sigo subiendo.

Y es ahi que se fuciona mi mar con tu cielo abierto.

Cecilia Sebé Mercader.

Nobody —

Nobody

Haa …

How could I stand this step?

Nobody tells us How!

Nobody has the answer I need.

How could I believe in God?

Nobody knows the truth!

Who does feel like I do?

How could I believe in me

If Nobody did it?

Why do people feel

they could judge others

if they have never judged themselves before?…

Who knows which is the right way?

Who knows how to stand life

if pain was always on my back, following me as my own shadow?

You know Who?

Nobody Knows That?

Cecilia Sebé Mercader

EMOTIONS FEELINGS THOUGHTS VALUES — August 4, 2016