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    One Day I Will Save Myself: Poems in English and Spanish
    One Day I Will Save Myself: Poems in English and Spanish
    One Day I Will Save Myself: Poems in English and Spanish
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    One Day I Will Save Myself: Poems in English and Spanish

    By Elvira Sastre

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    The debut US poetry collection from social media star Elvira Sastre, exploring the sharp, slippery moments that turn a beloved relationship into something self-destructive.

    Counting the days that pass after a devastating breakup, Elvira Sastre confronts the haunting questions that surround every failed relationship: What happened? Where did it all go wrong? How did it all fall apart? With a bold, lyrical voice poised on the knife’s edge of romance and grief, Sastre evokes the heady rush of first love and the sorrow of its painful end—even as she learns to pick up the pieces and move on after the worst has happened.

    At once deeply personal and universally resonant, painful and resoundingly hopeful, One Day I Will Save Myself speaks to the poet in all of us. An intimate journey through loving, losing, and living that inspires readers to begin their own healing and is perfect for fans of Rupi Kaur, r.h. Sin, and Atticus.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAtria Books
    Release dateMay 14, 2019
    ISBN9781982117894
    One Day I Will Save Myself: Poems in English and Spanish
    Author

    Elvira Sastre

    Elvira Sastre is the bestselling author of six poetry collections in Spanish. At only twenty-five years old, she is a celebrated poet amongst literary critics and has been invited to speak all over the world, including at conferences and American universities. She is also the official Spanish-language translator for some of the biggest names in contemporary poetry and YA, including: Rupi Kaur, E. Lockhart, and John Corey Whaley.

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    • 5/5
      Me encantaron los poemas, en algunos me reflejé mucho. Lo recomiendo mucho, si lo puedes comprar lo recomiendo mucho más, leeré más libros de esta misma autora
    • 2/5
      Not my fave. Me gustaron más frases sueltas de lo que me gustaron poemas completos. Me pareció bastante caótico y algunas cosas no fueron muy de mi estilo. Sin embargo, me gustó la forma de escribir y no descarto leer más sobre ella.
    • 4/5
      En general es un poemario muy bonito, pero si están atravesando algún duelo amoroso mejor esperen a leerlo en otro momento. Siento todavía a una Elvira muy joven en estas letras, después de leer este, me encantaría leer su último poemario.

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    One Day I Will Save Myself - Elvira Sastre

    Como quien se quiere a sí mismo queriendo a quien ama

    Y si me hubieras encontrado limpia,

    sin mala conciencia,

    sin pena en el sueño,

    sin mordiscos de otras arraigados en mis hombros.

    ¿Me habrías bañado de madrugada,

    lamido las legañas,

    peinado mi insomnio,

    acariciado mis manos arrugadas con tus dientes?

    Y si me hubiera vestido

    de algo parecido a ti,

    si te hubiera mentido contándote mis verdades,

    si te hubiera dicho que eras la única

    y no la primera.

    ¿Me habrías desnudado con los ojos cerrados

    y las manos expertas,

    besado mientras te hablaba de mi vida,

    igualado en el pedestal

    tu nombre y el mío

    y hecho de este un amor a la par?

    Y si me hubiera vendido

    como el amor de tu vida,

    si te hubiera comprado

    como el amor de la mía.

    ¿Nos habríamos enamorado

    como quien se quiere a sí mismo

    queriendo a quien ama?

    Like Someone Who Loves Herself Loving the One She Loves

    If you had met me pure,

    without a bad conscience,

    without sorrow in my dreams,

    without bites from others rooted in my shoulders.

    Would you have bathed me in the morning light,

    licked the sleep from my eyes,

    stroked my insomnia,

    caressed my wrinkled hands with your teeth?

    And if I had dressed up

    in something to look like you,

    if I had lied to you telling you my truths,

    if I had told you that you were the only one

    and not the first.

    Would you have undressed me with your eyes closed

    and your expert hands,

    kissed me while I told you about my life,

    placed your name and mine

    on a pedestal

    and made this a love between equals?

    And if I had sold myself

    as the love of your life,

    if I had bought you

    as the love of mine.

    Would we have fallen in love

    like someone who loves herself

    loving the one she loves?

    Tres mil latidos y doscientos litros de sangre

    Si pudiera multiplicarme

    pasearía contigo

    dándote las dos manos.

    Quiero decir,

    si pudiera ser dos yo,

    yo dos veces

    —entiéndeme—,

    un alma repetida

    como el rizo que se enredara entre dos dedos

    y pareciera un meñique

    o los labios

    que abrieran paso a una lengua

    que precediera a un beso

    que se duplicara buscando la eternidad,

    colonizaría tu hoy y tu mañana,

    te esperaría donde estarías

    y donde querrías estar,

    te extrañaría

    viendo cómo tus besos crean gotitas en mis pestañas

    y al mismo tiempo te dibujaría labios

    llenos de saliva

    en el centro de tu dedo corazón.

    Si pudiera redoblarme

    nos observaría desde fuera

    como quien mira a los ojos de la muerte:

    con envidia.

    Si pudiera estar aquí y allí

    estaría en ti y en ti,

    prendería fuego a Troya

    mientras te regalo París,

    te miraría dormir

    y al mismo tiempo soñaría contigo.

    Ya sabes a lo que me refiero,

    si pudiera engañar a las coordenadas

    crearía un mapa donde solo cupieran

    tus dedos de los pies

    y esta necesidad mía de seguirte a todas partes.

    Si pudiera ser la misma en dos mitades,

    amor,

    te vestiría con el mismo nerviosismo

    con el que me dejas desnudarte,

    limaría mis errores

    para que el tropiezo fuera suave

    y sería a la vez precipicio e impulso

    de todos tus miedos y sueños.

    Si pudiera,

    mi amor,

    convertiría todo lo que ahora es singular

    en plural.

    Pero no puedo,

    así que has de conformarte

    con lo único que puedo hacer:

    quererte

    —no el doble, ni por dos, ni al cuadrado,

    sino con la fuerza de un ejército

    de tres mil latidos y doscientos litros de sangre

    que queriéndote dar más de lo que tiene

    te da todo lo que es—.

    Three Thousand Heartbeats and Two Hundred Liters of Blood

    If only I could multiply myself

    I would walk along with you

    holding both of your hands.

    I mean,

    if I could be two mes,

    me twice,

    —understand me—,

    a soul repeated

    like the curl that is trapped between two fingers

    and looks like a pinky

    or lips

    that make way for a tongue

    that precedes a kiss,

    that replicates itself in search of eternity,

    I would colonize your today and your tomorrow,

    I would wait for you wherever you might be,

    and where you would want to be,

    I would miss you

    seeing how your kisses create droplets on my eyelashes

    and at the same time I would draw lips

    wet with saliva

    around your middle finger.

    If I could only double myself

    I would observe us from the outside

    like someone who looks at the eyes of death:

    with envy.

    If I could be here and there

    I would be in you and in you,

    I would set fire to Troy

    while I gave you Paris,

    I would look at you sleep

    and at the same time dream about you.

    You already know what I’m talking about,

    if I could trick the coordinates

    I would create a map where there was only room

    for your toes

    and this craving of mine to follow you everywhere.

    If I could only be the same one in two halves,

    love,

    I would cloak you in the same nervous excitement

    that you let me undress you in,

    I would smooth over my blunders

    so that the landing would be a soft one,

    and I would be both precipice and impulse

    for all your fears and dreams.

    If only I could,

    my love,

    I would turn everything that is singular

    into plural.

    But I can’t,

    so you’ll have to settle for

    the only thing that I can do:

    love you

    —not a double, or times two, or squared,

    but with

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