I’m here doing nothing
in the hush of five to three,
resisting the pull of sleep,
because awake I feel I don’t lose you…
but there are heavy rises and falls for a night owl,
those comings and goings that finally
give you over
to sleep…
and sometimes,
there,
who would have thought it?
I’ve been able to find you.
A few weeks ago I discovered I dream several dreams at once;
I managed to stay anchored in the midpoint of the dense night,
and I can even mistake it for a photograph.
You and I used to sit on the frame, remember?
It felt genuine… like home.
I did my toenails myself before coming here.
When I stepped out of myself and took a look at us,
it all seemed theatrical—but even more so the echo of the conversations we had.
Why did my greatest good have to disappear?
It feels as though I left my shadow
hanging on the mirror of my room...
Yes, I notice the hollow in my neck when I brush my teeth in the mornings. Your butterflies could sleep there, you know?
No, I’m not ageing—it’s the workouts I do every day…
Again… you know?
They’re to forget you.
But look…
I don’t know what I’m doing
in these three to three.
Minutes… magical hours, you in my head,
always the echo of knowing you’re mine in eternity…
... perhaps, after all, I find myself here… doing something.
It’s my way of adoring you, of offering you…
presence—simple—without half‑measures.
I don’t care what you do or say;
I know what you feel… I feel you.
I understand that everything comes and goes...
When I think of you
it’s like tipping myself over into myself…
And I’m almost dragging myself to bed.
Please... Take my hand.
3:33 am - Havana. Cuba.
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Very profound and beautiful! Who said that 3:33 is bad... it's just a time when portals open.
The portal where dreams can almost be touched.
:)
Los sueños.... el lugar donde todo es posible, si puedes soñarlo.
Good evening or good day, @nanixxx, what a beautiful letter... and that 3:33, a portal for those who can't sleep... the text suggests many things to me, like coincidences. Those little things that happen at 3 in the morning... in 3 minutes...
A very warm hug!!
coincidences? Eso no existe. 😂
in 3 minutes... 🙂
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Verás otro tres el jueves... en 3 días? 😅
¿Faltan 3 días para el jueves? 😶 Oki, te creo. 😄
Contando de forma laxa, y teniendo en cuenta que vivi en el futuro, quizás para tu jueves queden 3 días (o casi) 😅
Jajaja... 🤣 Me sacaste una carcajada.
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fucking hell, that was extraordinary. so profound. a beauty to read. the feeling of intimacy you let us witness here is just something else. and that little secret line feels like it's just for me when i read it and i utterly love that. you're a beautiful poet, my friend :)
I’m beautifully trapped in a sweet hell, hahaha.
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Tus mariposas podrían dormir ahí, ¿sabes?
What a beautiful poem, dear @nanixx! Even though I read it in the machine translation version. You manage to convey, with very eloquent images, that feeling of loneliness and absence that we can even experience in dreams. Best regards.