lunes, 14 de mayo de 2012

Sin ti


Sin ti
un minuto
sin ti,
una agonía. 

Pesadillas
reverberando...

Te echo
de menos
cuando
aquí
estás
todavía.

Asfixia
sin ti,
parada
cardíaca.

Dame
un
nombre 

nuevo 

cada 

día.

lunes, 7 de mayo de 2012

agua

como agua
malgastada
que se pierde
en el desagüe
como agua
malgastada
en período
de sequía
como puro agua
lava y satisface
la sed

como
la sed
de mi cuerpo
cuando tú
no estás
encima

como agua
en la sequía.

domingo, 6 de mayo de 2012


Intento
que sea
todo
normal.
Creer
que no
es raro
tocarte
y los nervios
que estás
tan blandito
la piel
tan suave
que te
hago bien
y eso
es todo.
Me quedo
en tu abrazo.
Inmensa
tu espalda
que nunca
terminan
mi vista
y mis manos.

miércoles, 2 de mayo de 2012

lo que importa

Hoy
empieza
un nuevo día
en el que
prometo
esforzarme
por tomar
las decisiones
importantes
de manera 
inteligente.
Sin esquivar,
por temor
o cobardía,
Lo que 
De Verdad
Importa.

tus cosas tan maravillosas

Hoy 
llevo puestas
las mejores cosas.

Todas esas
cosas
que me has dado.

Que, por fortuna,
no te has llevado contigo.
Yo me las he quedado,
y hoy,
las llevo puestas.

Y te juro que,
por todos 
mis muertos,
y por sobre encima
de mi cadáver,

A mí
Nadie
va a quitármelas.

From Dar Suave to Roth Duro

You've been 
the sweetest
Hell to me.

You've been 
that motherlike
friend I, 
so badly,
longed for.

You've been
so many things
but now you are no more.

You illuminating
my mind
like the most
miserable Lost
i'll go through...
Worse than any
Other.

None of the 
wicked men 
I've known
have weighted
and lasted so long
inside my 
'Failure's Bag'
this way
you do.

Too many times 
I sink, as if an ostrich,
my head in it.

-And there you are,
just staring at me-
Your lips saying:
"I can't"

I feel crap 
and sorry.
I was just such a 
shitbucket of a friend,
I know.

I fuck repeat:
I'm really sorry,
Please
Forgive
Me.
But you would just
stare at me:
"I can't"

I have decided
I am going to
shrug you off
me.
Although I
probably
end up sobbing.

For the many times
we danced together
trying to break
our bones.
A misery dance.
Wanting to destroy
a curse on us,
as if to
exorcise our souls...
down to the
back bone.

I shaked,
and I still see you
right in front 
of me
dancing,
nodding, 
beating
as an ebony 
Negro Queen
almost
altering the way
the Earth 
rotates,
with our body pressure...
with our powerful
mindfulness.

                As the Maenads
shaking their 
phenomenal weight.
-Ready for
the sacrifice.

I run,
I run
the fastest
I am able to.

Hoping to leave
your eyes behind.
You are so
fucking
indispensable
to me.

"I can't"
I can't shrug you off

My body

Now I am
a bit more like you.

I can't get rid of you.

I am glad
since
you will never go
At All.

Though
you don't want me
around.
I've got you 
in my limbs
when
I'm trying to 
break my brain,
just dancing 
so insane,
self-destructing
this damn way
I think or act.

None of the wicked
men I've met 
has remained 
so long as you do,
inside my 
'Failure's Bag'.
It is too heavy.

Forgive
Me, 
Please.