The Spirit of God.

You were there; 

You’ve always been there. 

When I still did not know you, 

You were there. 

Through the happiest moments I cherish, 

You were there. 

Through the sorrow I carried; 

You were there. 

Through the darkest corners I lost myself in, 

You were there. 

You’ve always been there. 

And You are here now. 

In the glimpses of beauty my eyes capture; 

In the strength you give me through painful times. 

In the comfort you gift through lonely hours. 

I see you in the smiles of loved ones, 

In the kindness of strangers, 

Through struggles and victories. 

You were there. 

You’ve always been there. 

 

(Preview/Nerea) Intrusive nightmares; I now pronounce you, my most cherished dreams.

I had another dream. I no longer call them nightmares as those are the moments I feel most alive.

I wonder when I stopped caring about the intense fear that comes with them.

Probably around the same time I realized that that intensity turned into the thrill I need to scape this box of dullness in where I now live.

My intrusive nightmares; I now pronounce you, my most cherished dreams.

Nerea: "Graffitti, A Caveman's Art."

Nerea: "Graffitti, A Caveman's Art."

La Luna Nos Acerca

Bajo la luna es donde te encuentro.
Bajo la luna es donde estoy mas cerca de ti.
Es lo que me recuerda que no estamos tan lejos,
por que estas aqui, en mi corazon.
Y cuando miro el oceano que nos separa,
Y empiezo a sentir el dolor de las olas que nos empuja lejos,
Todo lo que puedo hacer es mirar arriva.
Por que todo es diferente a mi alrededor.
Pero arriva encuentro algo que compartimos.
Es la misma luna que nos alumbra cuando lloramos o sonreimos.


Autora: Nerea Duran.

The Moon Brings Us Closer.

Under the moon is where I find you.
Under the moon is where I'm closest to you.
Is what reminds me that we are not as far
because you are right here, in my heart.
And when I stare at the ocean that separates us,
and begin to feel the ache of the waves that pushes us away,
all I can do is look above
and stare at the very same moon that shines upon us.


Author: Nerea Duran

"Graffitti, A Caveman's Art."

They are here!

They haven’t disappeared.

They might look different than before, due to all those baggy clothes.

But I assure you they are still the same.

They just don’t paint with plant stains or animal blood.

They now use spray cans, but they still paint on our walls.

 

They wanna make sure they are remembered, spreading their art around.

Hoping that someday, someone, would look at their work and say, wow!

Just like we do now, when we see those animals and those hunters printed on those dark caves. 

They are here.

They haven’t disappeared.

They still paint in the dark.

Some people see them as criminals,

Others, well, they just see their art.

 
Poetry by Nerea Duran

 

Prose Poem. "My senses are protesting."

“Let me out!” my hair screams.
“All this gel is trapping the real me.”
Let me speak my own words.
Why are you keeping us in this dark hole?”

I remember being wild and free.
Like a kid that’s not aware of people's judgments.
Let me be free!
Let me be me!

I know we are different, but don’t be ashamed.
We don’t all have to be the same.
Let’s throw some wood in the fire that lives in your heart,
So that we can proclaim,
and show people that we don’t all have to be the same.
Don’t cover this flame.

By: Nerea Duran