The First

By Laura Bentley

Poetry is probably the most unpopular of writings out there, with its metrics and rhymes, the nonsensical rhythms of the heart and soul. But this book tells a story of a girl who made many good decisions as well as bad ones. Trusting people and wanting to achieve greatness at a very young age, thinking li

• Language: English
• Publisher: Agar Publishing
• Release date: Jun 13, 2022
• ISBN: 9781956096590

Laura Bentley

This book is written from the heart of an enthusiastic and relentless girl; Laura Bentley doesn't consider herself an artist. But having had a life filled with ups and downs feels that this book helped level her emotions. Negative or positive as they may have been, it made her cope with what life had installed for her.Laura Bentley spent most of her teenage years working as a horse trainer and rider in Puerto Vallarta, where she was raised since she was 11 years old. Having come from the big city of Mexico City, she thought Vallarta was a small town. Having her own equestrian business at the age of 12 and growing more and more independent, she thought the world was too small for her.Laura went back to Mexico City, believing that she could take on the world and set up a marketing and business development firm in the heart of the business district. She stumbled across bad people and made choices that were too bold for her to actually handle. She suffered consequences that were not always what she wanted. She started training horses again and became more involved as a writer and wanting to maybe do something with the things she could express in words.In this book, she found a refuge that no one or nothing could give her, this book is her story, told from her soul, told from the heart.

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Copyright © 2022 by Laura Bentley

ISBN:      Paperback        978-1-956096-58-3

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Contents

Siguiente capítulo

Next chapter

Just an illusion

Help!!

Mi Sombra

My shadow

Nadie. Con orgullo

Nobody, with pride

Si mi vida fuera un poema

If my life was a poem

Vivir

To live

¿Yo?

Me?

Correct me…life

I Confess

Magic

The meaning

Today or tomorrow

My task

Life

To the love of my life

Un mundo

A world

Anhelo

Longing

La veladora de hoy

The candle of today

Suspiro

Sigh

Música

Music

Mi pintura

My painting

La hora de la vida

The hour that is life

Lluvia

To the rain

La ola

This wave of mine

Sombra

Shadow

La hora

The time

Si yo fuera…

What if I was…

La nota

The note

Rehén. Mi conciencia

Hostage. My conscience

Ya no puedo más

I can’t do this anymore

Pausa

Pause

Mi risa

My laughter

Mentira

The lie

Desire

Dream

El sueño

A dream

Pregunta

The question

Small, but true

Mi vida

My Life

Dime

Tell me

Un sentimiento

A feeling

Just good sense

Y sigo esperando

And I’m still waiting

I wish

Cadáver del tiempo

The cadaver of time

Un simple saludo

A simple greeting

Veo

I see

And so?

Destino

Destination

Mi condena

My conviction

The path

Mi viuda negra

My black widow

Our thread of us

Figura de ti

Shape of you

Believe

Alma, mía ni tuya

Soul, mine or yours

Go figure!!

Mi noche de vida

My night of life

Tren de mi vida

Train of my life

Sin título

No title

Tú

You

Someone

Sentir

To feel

Mar de pensamientos

Sea of thoughts

Otra vez, Por fin…

Again, finally…

Love?

Hoy

Today

Espera

The wait

El espejo

The mirror

¿Yo. Feliz?

Me, happy?

Mañana

Tomorrow

Aún no

Not yet!

No sé…

I don’t know

Ésta vida tan mía

This life, so much my own

Un Recuerdo Inmortal

An immortal memory

You

Hoy no amanecí

No awakening for me today

To Be

Live

Sorpresa

Surprise

Go

Si vida es sufrir…

If life is suffering…

Change

Mirada de una anciana

An old woman’s look

Éxito

Success

Hey!

Luz

Light

El ser

Being

Mi afición

My Passion

El tiempo

Time

Sonríe

Smile

Amor

Love

Felicidad

Happiness

Victoria

Victory

No sé

I dont know

Mal momento

A bad moment

Life

Otro día más

One more day

La belleza

The beauty

Mi sonrisa

My smile

About the Author

Siguiente capítulo

Sin saber el inicio del siguiente capítulo,

embarco en esta, locura de un prejuicio,

pasan los días como hojas de un libro,

y sigo aún, buscando el camino.

Como nave a la deriva,

sin pistas ni vías,

voy aún sin un sentido,

voy aún, en fuga del olvido.

Y ¿qué hago ahora?,

ahora que ya no veo la salida,

ni voy, ni vengo,

estoy a la deriva,

como hoja con la brisa,

sin timón ni salva-vida,

marcho a ciegas a la orilla.

Next chapter

With no known start for my next chapter,

I embark in this insanity of a prejudice,

the days go by like pages to a book,

and I’m still here, trying to find a way home.

Like a ship without a path,

no clues nor leads to be found,

I travel adrift and with no map,

still running away from oblivion.

And, now what?,

now that there’s no way out,

I’m not coming, nor am I going,

adrift,

like a leaf in the wind,

no steering,

and no saving grace.

Just an illusion

And there she goes…

there,

where no one waits for her,

where nobody knows,

she goes with a firm step,

the illusion,

that roaring illusion.

She goes ahead,

always with rhythm,

always thirsty for more,

always happy.

How beautiful it is!,

to see at least for an instant the illusion,

that blessed rope that pulls us,

that guides us,

that saves us,

even from ourselves.

The thing is not to stop her to have her,

but follow her,

as she always goes ahead,

and may she never stop,

let her walk, wherever,

but always forward.

Follow your illusion,

never lose sight of her,

never be left behind,

and enjoy it every moment.

Help!!

And I scream for help,

I run back and forth in my brain,

I ask and pray,

and there is no saying,

there is no reach,

and there is no help.

I try and fail,

I fail to fail,

and still,

I scream and face the trail,

I wish to be,

to say the will,

to make it, and make it big,

I wish a bit,

but I wish to do,

and not to think,

still I scream for help,

as easy as it is,

I still scream for help.

Mi Sombra

Hoy le pregunte a mi sombra,

le pregunte ¿qué hacer?,

le pregunte cosas de la vida,

le pedí su opinión.

Pregunte a mi sombra,

y ella me respondió,

con fría frivolidad,

y una mirada inherente,

ella me respondió.

Como si vida tuviese,

esa sombra inerte,

esa fachada de vida,

esa,

sombra tan mía.

Ella me respondió,

me respondió cosas de la vida,

respondió a la pregunta mía,

con su déspota saliva,

pero me respondió,

y dice mi sombra,

sigue adelante,

camina sin voltear atrás,

que yo te seguiré,

sigue, yo aquí estaré,

cuidare tus pasos al pasar,

sigue con frente en alto,

pues yo no te detendré,

sigue tu camino,

pues yo te seguiré.

My shadow

I woke up this morning and asked my shadow,

I asked her, what to do?,

I asked her about life and its meaning,

I asked for her thoughts.

I asked my shadow,

and she answered,

with a chilling frivolity,

and an inherent look,

and she answered,

as if alive,

that lifeless shadow,

that facade of life,

that,

the very one,

shadow of mine.

She answered,

answered things about life,

she answered all my questions,

she answered with a tyrant breath,

nonetheless she responded,

and she said,

keep going,

go without looking back,

I will be right behind you,

keep going, why I will be here,

I’ll watch your step,

go with your head heald high,

why I won’t stand in your way,

keep on your way,

why I will always follow.

Nadie. Con orgullo

Y hoy me doy cuenta,

me involucro lo suficiente,

lo suficiente como para saber,

saber decir que es lo que soy,

saber definir quién soy,

y lo que he escalado en la vida,

hoy puedo decir mi título,

y lo digo con orgullo,

mi título de vida,

quien soy.

Y lo que eh concluido es,

es que llego tan alto,

tan alto como para ser nombrada,

nombrada y titulada como nadie,

pero un nadie indefinido,

o definido quizás,

nadie,

llegue a eso,

yo ya soy,

soy nadie,

con orgullo.

Nobody, with pride

And today I realize,

I get envolved enough,

enough to know,

to know how to say who I am,

to know the definition of who I am,

and how far I’ve come in life,

today I can say my ranking position,

and I can say it with pride,

my very own title,

the one that makes me who I am.

The thing is,

I’ve concluded that,

I’ve scaled so high,

so high as to be named,

named and entitled as nobody,

an undefined nobody,

or maybe defined,

nobody,

I’ve actually come this far,

I truly am,

I’m nobody,

with pride.

Si mi vida fuera un poema

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