Aspies For Freedom

I am not a poet. Nor I look like one.
Sometimes I just play with words and end up with material I later like to read. I wrote this poem and would like to hear your opinion.
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I remember everything with a smile,
this grimace some call nostalgia.

It is because of desire.
Memory of an impossible past,
that never was but still exists.
Sad, salty, damp nostalgia.

The pain that reminds that beautiful moment, everlasting.
You were mine, and I played with your curls.
The sun was all over your face, and your warmth flooded my heart.

But my moments aren't yours,
they belong to other world.
Where I'm happy, cause you're by my side.

What separates us is something abstract, rigid.
Boring.
It is reality

And I'm just trying to evade myself.
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I liked it best in Spanish, I think it lost something during the translation.

I'd like to read it in Spanish

Would never call it bad, felt that I was a little driven away while I read it.

Good stuff!

Well, If caanilorac asks for it, I have no choice. I hope you enjoy it.
This is the spanish version.

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Recuerdo todo con una sonrisa,
esta mueca que llaman nostalgia.

La culpa es del deseo.
Recuerdo de un pasado imposible,
que no fué y sin embargo existe,
Nostalgia triste, salada, húmeda.

El dolor de recordar ese instante bello, eterno.
Tú estabas en mis brazos y jugaba con tus rizos.
El sol te daba en la cara y tu calor inundaba mi ser.

Pero mis instantes no son tuyos,
pertenecen a otro mundo.
Donde estás a mi lado y soy feliz.

Lo que nos separa es algo abstracto, cuadrado.
Aburrido.
Se llama realidad.

Y solo busco la manera de escapar a ella.
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I like that part.

thanks! btw I saw the draw of Bruno and really liked it!

It was interesting to "read" the original poem. I tried to with no real knowledge of pronounciation. Could someone write it exactly how it sounds; the sound of "x" is written "eks". And catepa! I could do an interpretation of the poem. It would be like a re-mix...

please do it!