Saturday, June 26, 2010


A walk down the street,
Saying hi to old friends I meet,
Brings back memories of you,
And all the things we use to do.

I pass by the pottery store,
Filled now with vase and pots of flowers galore,
¿La compramos, Negrita? – Your voice I can hear,
And suddenly my eyes are flooded with brand new tears.

No so much returns to me,
Of times when happy we use to be.
It seems just like yesterday you were here,
Then I had everything and there was nothing to fear.

So, I walk in a trance every now and then,
Realizing the love I have for you will never end,
Because you showed me what real love could be,
And because one day you said you loved me.

Brenda A. Ysaguirre
Copyright 2010

Wednesday, June 16, 2010


Vivo el AHORA,
Pero quiero el pasado.
Reacciono al AHORA,
Pero seguir así, ya no puedo.

Veo el AHORA,
Sin embargo, no puedo aceptar,
Me muevo en el AHORA,
Pero cada día está lleno de pesar.
Te escucho AHORA,
Pero recuerdo el pasado,
Acepto el AHORA,
Pero mi alegría está cerrado.

Odio el AHORA,
Porque te has ido adonde no estoy,
Me niego el AHORA,
Porque te quiero de regreso hoy.

Brenda A. Ysaguirre

Copyright 2010 Brenda A. Ysaguirre