Como la reminiscencia que ronda nuestro camino
Como el fulgor que desvanece de las flores después del brillo
La primavera llega y con ella se lleva nuestra dolencia
Durante que el polen surge con premura
Y irrumpe las matas que brotan con hermosura
By:Brianna Grados
Mi destino fatal
By: Brianna Grados
Al llegar la mañana
Al tratar de sollozar
El llanto creciente me deja sin respirar
Porque el alma tuya se me fue arrancada
Y muy lejos te llevaron en la inmensidad
Por eso es que en otros ojos se refleja mi felicidad
A Pesar de que en mi alma se conserva mi soledad
Fueron los ojos tuyos los que lograron mirar más allá
Fueron los ojos tuyos esperanza en mi aflicción
La luna y el sol
By: Brianna Grados
¿Cómo es posible olvidar un cariño?
¿Cómo es posible esperar como un siglo?
Comprendo que no vienes porque la lluvia no se junta con el sol
Y al ver que inútilmente pasan y pasan mis quebrantos espero eternamente
A que alguna vez regrese a mi vida el sol
Porque ahora mi vida esta sin luminiscencia
Sin luz en mi fulgor, te necesito, llévame por favor
Porque en esta historia soy la luna y no soy nada sin tu amor
A good day
By:Brianna Grados
What is the definition of a good day? Throughout my life, I have experienced many different feelings: happiness, sadness, anger, etc. There have been days in my life filled with conflict and others filled with peace. I have always wondered what the perfect day was, but there is something that intrigues me: what is the perfect day? In this essay, I will discuss my perspective of the perfect day, my perfect day, and why it is my perfect day.
A perfect day doesn't have a single definition, as it depends on each person's perspective and experiences. For some, a perfect day might mean achieving an important goal, while for others, it might simply be a day of peace and quiet without worries. For me, a perfect day is one in which I have the company of my favorite people, like my Grandpa, my Mommy, and all the people who love me.
My perfect day would be waking up early in my bedroom in my little house in Ecuador to the melody of birds and roosters crowing. I would go down the curved Teflon stairs and pause to look closely at my favorite step, which is shaped like a lion. I would arrive in the kitchen to a magnificent breakfast prepared for me by my beloved Grandpa, whom I call "My Love," and enjoy milk, bread, eggs, and juice. Then, we would all get in the car—my mommy, my Grandpa, my uncle, and my “Mamita Linda” (my grandma)—to head to the avocado orchard in Qümbaya. Upon arrival, we would meet up with my aunt Belén, my ñaño Aaron, and my ñaño Pablo Andrés, who are my cousins. Finally, we would have a picnic with marshmallows and whatever else the family chef, my ñaño Aaron, could come up with, and be happy and laugh until dawn.
This would be my perfect day because it brings together the elements I value most, which are my family, happiness, and the feeling of being free from worries like what will happen tomorrow, how I will do this, how I will tell him that, etc. It's not about doing extraordinary things or living great adventures, but rather finding happiness in the simple things. For me, the people I mention are the most indispensable and the ones who love me the most out of all the people who could ever exist. It's not about buying expensive things or going to a party; it's about appreciating what you have in front of you because you never know when it might go away. For example, there's a saying that goes, "Waste what you have, because you never know when you'll lose it."
In conclusion, a perfect day doesn't mean everything going exactly as planned, but rather that at the end of the day we feel satisfied and grateful for what we experienced. Everyone has their own idea of what an ideal day means, but the important thing is knowing how to enjoy and value every moment with the people who truly love you. Every day can be the best day, you just have to have a good perspective on it. Although I only experienced that day once and it won't be repeated, I have it etched in the depths of my soul and heart. What would be your definition of a perfect day?
El cuervo
By: Brianna Grados
Sálvame de este abismo, oh majestuoso volador,
bestia de negras plumas, portador de antiguo ardor.
Diste todo, sin medida, deslumbrado del corazón,
que solo pedía pulirse, no vivir en confusión.
Malinterpretado fuiste, como loco descendiste,
y de las sombras renaciste, con poder que estremeciste.
Con tu alma resplandeciente te lanzaste sin temor,
al encuentro de una vida que sufría sin amor.
Ya no temo tu presencia, pues te has vuelto redentor,
un ángel entre las ruinas, que partió con resplandor.
Sálvame de esta celda que consume mi razón,
mi esencia está quebrada, mi materia, mi corazón.
Llévalo hacia la aurora, a la libertad sin fin,
y déjame en las sombras, donde no hay porvenir.
Críe cuervos, fui traicionada,
ciega y loca, desolada,
Persigo a los que dan migas, sin saber que es humillada
mi pasión, que es fuego y ruina, por la locura abrazada.
Déjame atrás, te lo ruego, salva el alma que aún resiste,
pues mi corazón merece lo que mi ser ya no existe.
Mientras caigo, escucho un grito que retumba en la prisión,
y en silencio se termina mi fugaz narración.
Pero algo no se ha dicho en esta triste oración:
¿Cuál fue, tras mi final, el destino del corazón?