Mom's Poem

I remember myself being a child
following you as a kite.
I remember your voice singing soft,
And watching you cooking plums.

I remember your venous hands
Knitting hugs and waving goodbyes.
I remember the movies that you taught me to love,
And dancing all the time.

I remember you driving
While poplars passed me by,
I remember the calmness with the wink of your eye
And your whistle with such a particular style.

These memories have built a place

Where I can always run when I need to feel safe

My starting point to anywhere:
My mother’s name.

My Elder Sister (para Flor)

Before I came here
You were already breathing
which means: I know not world without you
and I mean it.

Before I could walk
you were already holding me
Which means: I could never fall
and I feel it.

Before I knew fear
You were already scaring away ghosts
Which means: "you howling in the bathroom"
And I admire you.

Before I could pray
You were already guarding me
Which means: you're my angel
and I love you.

Childhood Freshness

From the darkest inside of that big tree's shadow I heard the flapping of a childhood's memory, I could even smell it, like when it's about to rain and the ground delights my senses. That sunrising sound of pigeons took me to that summerhouse where I saw myself lying on that red floor's coolness, unaware of the fact that I Would love so much the colour green.

Recurrent Dream

My soul is fetter

to the shadows of guilt,

and my whole body aches

under the weight of dreaming you.

I'm just too tired to fight

against the night

yet losing another battle

would bring me to your side.

Though you call me princess

you treat me like a slave,

who is feeded with leftovers

of something once called love.

Queen of crumbs and shreds

I own nothing but empty hands.

Minuto Tanguero

Siempre supe el género musical de nuestra historia,
Aún cuando no teníamos memoria
Y mi vida era todavía mía.

Y que bronca en la boca haber acertado
y este sabor negro de haberme dejado
de tener que vivir a capella
y con el corazón desafinado.

Minuto Flamenco

Ya muertas estas manos

de tanto dar y dar

se eleven sobre tus manos

Estériles

cobardes manos.

Que yo sin manos puedo vivir

¿y tú sin corazón?

NUNCA MAS VUELVAS A SOÑAR ESO

Que terrible es la noche si sueño

lo que soñé anoche

porque un pedacito de mi alma se queda

en la oscuridad para siempre

Y soy menos cuando me despierto.

¿Será por eso que quiero

dormirme de tu mano

para que en esas horas

en que estamos separados

aunque sea nuestros cuerpos no se suelten?

Necesito saber que tu alma

aun ronda la mía,

que se asoma a mi vida

desde tus ojos de lluvia

cuando me miran.

Y que traidores son mis párpados

cuando se cierran

y me dejan sin tiempo sin verte,

perderte de vista me pierde.

¿Y cómo hacer de cuenta

que no siento este sentir,

que de mi espalda hacia atrás

nada existe,

si mi corazón no resiste

que estando el tuyo en este mundo estemos separados?