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                                                                      The Intima Channel | Conversation with Mario de la Cruz about " Translate"

                                                                       

                                                                      TRANSLATE


                                                                      This is everything I wanted to say

                                                                      It’s all of the words I never could have said

                                                                      When I lost the ability to speak clearly,

                                                                      You did it for me

                                                                      Found you accidentally,

                                                                      Something I thought was hidden from me

                                                                      Pieces of a puzzle that never quite fit,

                                                                      There was more to the picture even though I couldn’t see it yet



                                                                      Narrate to Translate

                                                                      Explicate the meaning according to me

                                                                      Extricate the meaning from the experience

                                                                      It was all there in the text

                                                                      The letters that once stood apart (on their own)

                                                                      Joined together to form little battalions

                                                                      Stringing together creating an army of knowledge

                                                                      Expressing the authenticity of me

                                                                      In the clearest way I ever could have hoped to be seen



                                                                      For once my reflection was exactly who I thought I was

                                                                      Because I wasn’t looking in the mirror anymore

                                                                      It was on the page

                                                                      And now I had the chance to recreate

                                                                      The memories of what I could never speak about before

                                                                      Opening the door to see my own reality

                                                                      Unafraid and unfiltered but mediated

                                                                      Creating an opportunity to see things from a new perspective



                                                                      Being understood was a new experience

                                                                      Working my way from the inside out

                                                                      Instead of always waiting for the outside to be able to define this

                                                                      Autonomous

                                                                      Taking back my power and using my words to decipher the hidden codes in my silence

                                                                      Making space for the new dialogue that needed to be said

                                                                      Pulled forth from my heart and my head

                                                                      Spilling my abstract emotions into the physical

                                                                      Spitting out the truth right from the initial

                                                                      Leaving drops behind to trace back the path to pieces of my reality

                                                                      By those who are ready to receive me



                                                                      Let it marinate

                                                                      From on the skin into the flesh

                                                                      Penetrate deeper through the tissue

                                                                      Into the bone

                                                                      Passing through cell walls

                                                                      Until it originates in the DNA

                                                                      Bonded and unseen by the naked eye

                                                                      But ever present, just like the soul

                                                                      When word and feeling become one

                                                                      In a marriage orchestrated by authenticity

                                                                      And presided over by empathy



                                                                      More than simple interpretation of imagination

                                                                      This is a process which is not always easy to digest

                                                                      But the discomfort is outweighed by the benefits

                                                                      Because the freedom associated in speaking aloud with

                                                                      Newfound confidence,

                                                                      With better understanding of one’s experience

                                                                      Is worth more than the fear of losing anonymity

                                                                      The key is creating a net of support and safety

                                                                      That respects the veracity of speech with integrity



                                                                      (Now I’m)

                                                                      Finding new purpose for words that at first Narrate

                                                                      Then go beyond simple use to Articulate

                                                                      Becoming building blocks to Advocate

                                                                      And now have the power and responsibility to Translate

                                                                      From my lips to your ears,

                                                                      From my thoughts to your thoughts,

                                                                      My interior to your exterior

                                                                      And reflecting back into me again

                                                                      Bringing our worlds closer into each other

                                                                      Where they meet and coexist

                                                                      Retaining their uniqueness

                                                                      But now utilizing common language

                                                                      Sharing lenses

                                                                      Lending themselves to being seen as they are

                                                                      Without pretense or boundaries



                                                                      Do you hear me now?

                                                                      Do you see me now?

                                                                      Do you feel me now?

                                                                      And if you still can’t grasp my meaning use what’s left of your senses

                                                                      To breathe me in

                                                                      And taste my essence,

                                                                      Sweet like sincerity

                                                                      With a hint of hope,

                                                                      A dash of individuality

                                                                      And a pinch of possibility

                                                                      Once you’ve taken it all in

                                                                      We start again.



                                                                      -mdlc 2011

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