by jaime sabines it’s in spanish so i’ll do my best to translate: my mother told me i cried in her womb.
they told her: you will be fortunate. someone spoke to me every day of my life
in my ear, softly, slowly.
they told me: “live, live, live!”
it was death.
Thank you so much for the rec! I'm a big fan of poems in other languages, I'm definitely adding this to the list!! (also gives me a perfect space to practice my Spanish bc my family only speaks in Spanish loanwords lol)
inspired by another post i just saw on here about how no one gives a fuck about the “embarrassing” thing you just did. i think about this tweet from time to time and just start laughing
like sunday morning stored onto a cd. other honorable mentions: ‘antisocialites’ by alvvays, ‘is this it?’ by the strokes and ‘tapestry’ by carole king.
