CAZADOR

(To my Sprout-crusher)

NADIE COMO VOS

PARA ARRANCARME DE MI MISMA,

DE LAS GARRAS Y LAS TRAMPAS

QUE ME TIENDO.

NADIE, TAN BRUTALMENTE BUENO

ACERTANDO EN EL BLANCO

DEVASTANDO EL BOSQUE OSCURO DE MIS PENSAMIENTOS

CONVIRTIENDOLOS EN MARMOL.

FRIO, ANALIZADO, ENTRECEJADO

CADA MOVIMIENTO TUYO ESTA ESTUDIADO

TRAS TU NUBE ROJA CAMUFLADO

ESPERANDO QUE UN DESCUIDO ME HAGA ENTRAR.

EN LA APARENTE CALMA DE TU CAMPO

SOLO SUENA UNA PISADA

Y ASOLANDO VA TRAS MIS ZANCADAS

TODO LO VERDE QUE ESPERABA.

CALCULANDO EL VIENTO AGAZAPADO

CONTENIENDO TU ALIENTO DE CIGARRO

UN PROYECTIL DERECHO DISPARADO

DETIENE MI VENADA DE UN DESGARRO

Y VUELVE EL CORAZON A LA RAZON.

Escondido

En algún lugar del laberinto está escondido.

Un animal sediento

herido.

Quieto, simulando el olvido

disfrazado de ayer.

Hay días en que no pienso.

Hay días en que lo salgo a buscar,

y si lo encuentro lo acaricio

con cara de estupor

y le pregunto…

-¿qué hacés todavía en mí?

El viento

Hice las paces con el viento.

Sobre todo cuando se acerca entre los árboles.

Nos reconciliamos ahí,

en el punto en que me toca

y dibuja la frontera de mi ser,

ahí donde me separa del resto del universo,

donde el aire deja de ser invisible.

Casi llorando nos amigamos,

ahí donde me despeina,

donde hace mi música favorita,

ahí

el viento

entre los álamos.

Longing in advent

Wish i could

Touch you with my lips,

Instead of having

This endless taste of miss

Wish i could

Hear your voice,

Not ever wonder

What would be  your choice

Wish i could

Hold your hand,

Rather than feeling

That i wander in hell

Wish i could

Wash your feet,

Not wasting

My tears

Wish i could

Learn from you,

Not second thoughts

And reading with no clue

Wish i could

Wish i could

Jesus,

Wish i could.

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.