Metaforazero (para mi parcero)

Por el escenario en extensión,

la metáfora en omisión,

el escarbado recuerdo que se extingue...

la estupefaciente fuerza de gravedad...

Por el omiso diccionario,

por la pintura en el vacio,

el grito en el fondo de la botella y por el genio abandonado,

por la ebriedad de gotas sin cianuro...

por el brillo del sol en este invierno,

por el noctámbulo poema que no hay que escribir,

por el tiempo y alguno que otro mal ejemplo...

Por la opción de resetearse el alma

cuando no hay algo mejor que padecer!

Por la lejanía y la fuerza,

por la buena onda,

los buenos vientos,

los inexistentes vendavales,

por la soledad...

por ti mi parcero de melancólicas carcajadas...

por estar ausente en mis presentes preposiciones,

por estar inserto en mi levedad metafísica,

en mi paradójico rasguno,

en mi mágico devenir...

por haber sido nombrado en un "track" cualquiera,

por el desparche incierto de la ingenuidad ocupada..

por los asuntos y los equinoccios...

por ese día... por este otro...

por esos segundos, por esos minutos..

por esos intervalos de silencios bostezantes,

por esas historias de saltimbanquis y dementes...

por la maquina que impermeabiliza la conciencia,

por estar al otro lado del mapa...

pero al mismo lado de la perspectiva!

Para ti... miles de fugaces abrazos!

"Ignore the smoke and smile"

the perfect silence!

The perfect silence is between your smile and my favorite song...
the perfect silence is coming with a lot of words,
with a lot of kisses, with a lot of wishes...
the perfect silence is not a love song,
but is a nice soundtrack for our time,
for our tears,
for our fears...
the perfect silence is high,
like the trees, this trees around my room,
around my place,
around my name...
the perfect silence is huge,
is happy, is every time better...
the perfect silence is here,
with us, in my voice,
in your language,
in our balance, in our soul....
Just wait a minute...
don't go ... don't sleep...
just stay there, where you are...
just stay there, I'll be with you...
always in a perfect silence...
with my smile,
with my eyes...
just loving you...
loving you through my perfect silence!!!!

Just... missing...

I miss the verse, I miss the verb…
The incessant calm, the transparent silence…
The wind disappearing in the outside tree…
The travels by the nowhere train…
I miss the blue smoke, the rainbow message,
The sheep’s mess in the rainy days…
I miss the mystery, the language, the metaphors,
the instant, the fear…
the half-light in my eyelashes, the other side of my embrace…
I miss the insomnia and the sweet strawberry tea,
I miss the juggling, the theatre in the corner,
the smile in front of the clouded afternoons…
I miss my name, the name that I had sometime ago,
This name who used to sleep in my mouth, sometime ago…
I miss the embrace, the kiss… THAT embrace, THAT kiss…
The friends, the shake in my ankles,
The trips without pending subjects,
I miss the oblivious,
The same that I need right now,
The same that doesn’t miss me anymore,
The same that is behind me every morning…
I miss the pseudonym, the anonym, the synonym..
I miss the strangers that I never met…
I miss the planets hides in stars,
The sun in December, the moon in October,
I miss the Wednesday deception,
Those Wednesday with taste of coffee,
“The disappointed Wednesday coffee”.
I miss the shiver without cold,
The spasmodic time blowing in my early risers,
I miss the smiles, the caress, the madness, the corners,
I miss my letters and the good wind in my songs,
I miss the rime, the spirals… some names…
I miss which never is surprised...
I miss myself… I forget myself…

I'm here... also there....

Listening a good song.. a name came last night

the name of the sadness... the name of hapiness,

I was waiting for the next coffee...

I was just looking through the green window...

but a strange color was wrapped in my eyes,

the color of the tears that I never feel,

the taste of the sweetness that I lost when I met you.

Now, with my honest heart I'm here... also there...

to tell you how was my boring day...

to tell you how was the way by my bike...

But you didn't care,

just because you decided don't hear me anymore,

just because I showed you a good song,

a name of my lonely evening...

You didn't care,

just because I was too sweet for you,

just because every word was a misunderstanding...

nevermind... I'm here... also there...

with the color of the tears that I don't want to cry,

with your last kiss in the beginning of the winter,

with the promise drowned in my next coffee,

with my own map in my bike,

with my boring day...

I don't care!

Is enough to talk with myself...

I don't care..

My feelings can be just misunderstandings...

but what can I do?

just feel... I just feel....

Stranger!!!

Hey stranger!
Your name in the wind doesn't hear so good...
come to swim next to me,
come to me stranger silence!
let's go to swim again,
let's go between the blue days pages,
come with me to change the bad wind for butterflies,
let's go to fly, to breath, to live..
I don't have time to put my soul in the dryer machine,
I don't have to survive good byes!
Let's go to burn the time,
to put our memory in the fireplace and look how
everything become nothing...
Come on... come with me to trap the space,
to clear the time away!
let's go for the last stupid kiss,
I thing it was lost somewhere in a traffic ligth,
in the machine number 26 in the Central Station,
in the third sugar cube...
Come with me to swim again,
before this city change our wrong way!
Learn the equinox, learn those mondays,
come to stop my lost time, and stay next to me.

Let you die one day,
that other day I'll come to revive you,
to wake up your dementia,
to sleep you with frozen kisses...
Learn again all the steps..
I told you: the dance of life never ends,
I told you already: this game is eternal
I told you: this game is not my favorite, but I can play!
Let the sleep behind you...
learn right now just one thing:
The time is not the antiseptical way to recover past damages!
Just: Ignore the smoke and smile!

Voor Okkie!

Spiritual, musical, mythical...

a whisper in the evening's shadows,

a cloud over the fear,

a sound over the table...

Instants, silence, magic noise,

points of view between the abyss...

This sunday, wasted sunday,

erased secret on your balance point,

behind the mirror, the answers,

beyond the cristal, the questions...

We're too simples to live for nothing,

We're too strongs to death for something,

In your calm I saw the soul,

a piece of the puzzle,

a sort of spiritual book...

Is hard to read it without a nice song!

From the time!

From the time, lost, ghost,
whispering screams, good byes...
broken in little pieces,
trouwn out like souls in the drizzle,
like glowworms,
like scratches...
We announce something is coming,
something is going,
we announce the next silence,
meanwhile the world is falling down,
meanwhile the sky is floating,
meanwhile the kiss is lost in it...
We were more innocents than the most guilty space,
We were more music than those deaf noise,
We were much more then..
Now, we're just time,
We're just lost...
We're just ghosts...

Fresh!

Floating in fables,
feeding my soul,
filling the filters,
fishing with forks...
Light cables of feelings,
long flickers in front,
the frog in the forest
just flaming my fault...
The funeral was freeze,
the future was frost,
five flakes in my flowers
four freaks in my floor!

Catalantje!

You just came on a bad saturday...
you came to bring a new sun for my winter,
You just came to give me a new lyric for my song,
a new shine in my window,
a new choice in the morning train...
You just appeared in my cold evening
to let another chance to believe in myself...
You came to fix my memory, although yours is not ok.
(But it doesn't matter if we walk together)
because I'm sure that after the storm,
you will keep my name on your smile...
Before the last tomorrow,
I will to write sunshines around your time,
then, some day after,
you could come and give me another light
to find the sweet side of my worst song...

मय्बे

Maybe, it will be another time,
when the rain won't kill herself,
when the spring born on December,
and May don't be so fatal on July..
Maybe, it will be another rainbow
that destroy the loneliness of sad sundays
those days when the life taste of clouded coffies
and roast movies...
Maybe tomorrow I'll change my point of view,
I'll write a stupid poem to come across you..
Maybe tonight I decide to fly forever,
break my bad ideas, or live with them, together..
Maybe in the morning still feeling this pain..
But now, I want to know where I let my brain!

Ambition

Abashed abandon,
Above: an advice,
absolute affection...
I'm abroad, abstract, absurd...
You're my abyss, my acces, my anonymous air,
We're an artistic abbreviation,
We need another autopsy
but I just have another aspirine.
Almost alive, absoluty ablazed,
You're abiding my atoms
and they try to attack your attention...
We need another ambulance!

de sabado y domingo!

Esta luz que se desgasta, estos caminos..
el agua congelada y el alma en espirales de hielitos silenciosos...
Esas palabras que a veces sirven,
esos abrazos que siempre sirven...
el cambio en el sueño,
el viento en la espalda...
Este frio en las pestañas,
estos retorcijones,
esos respiros,
esos sonidos,
esos ruiditos,
estos tobillos en ruinas,
esos pedazos de cielo,
esas peliculas tristes...
este cumpleaños...
esa buena espera...
Esta nueva fuerza!

RED SUN

Mayito saw the red sun this morning.
and nobody else realized it,
just the birds and the ducks,
just the orange clouds,
just the hopeless trees...

Now, the blue sky (in winter)
makes me smile
and remember my good feelings...
And doesn't matter if I change my soul for a moment,
because I know who I am
I know what I want...
and doesn't matter if everybody misunderstand my words
because I know my language, my sense,,,
I know I am a good lover..
a good lover of the red sun!!!

K 365

Un año... unos dias que deje ir...
un rasguño en el alma que debe olvidarse...
hace un tiempo,
hace un nombre,
hace una lagrima..
hice lo correcto?
senti lo incorrecto?
esto es solo un punto,
un respiro y una oracion..
por aquello que murio hace un año,
por aquello que quizo ser grande...
y se extinguio sin razon alguna...
tal vez, la razon fue lo suficiente...
un silencio por tantos minutos de olvido!!!!

....ZIEL....ALMA....SOUL....

Elke dag... elke week.... elke droom...
Preparando el espacio,
separando el abismo,
procurando el delirio,
adivinando el fantasma,
ocupando el intento,
afirmando la intencion...
Elke letter... elk woord... elke zin...
Dividiendo los abrazos,
metamorfoseando el verbo,
escondiendo el verso,
suicidando el beso...
Elk gevoei: nada mas complicado!!!
Sentir el vacio,
este que trae el invierno,
sin copos de nieve...
pero con capas de olvido!
Waar zijn de antwoorden?

8 y 15

"Ignore the smoke and smile"

Decayendo...
perpetuando la pirotecnia...
sin fuego...
sin paciencia...
sin viajes pendientes...
arrugandome mas el alma para no querer,
para no fingir,
para sobrevivir...
esperando el veintiseis para la hoja en blanco...
Mayo murmura noviembres,
y ya se me acaba la fuerza..
Ignoro el humo y sonrio...
pero sigo siendo una completa desconocida,
una pestaña perdida en un cojin,
un ajedrez sin fichas,
un cafe sin ganas...
un fantasma...
un lenguaje al revez,
una noche...

AMS. 2

Absurdo descartable,
pintarse los sentidos del sinsentido,
dejar de hablar para no llorar,
permitirse el silencio...
en ese espacio en negativo de mis viajes tristes...
esto es solo adulacion..
esto es solo un contacto,
una tristecita en negativo...
un esperar lo que no conviene...
una lagrima detenida en la nube de ayer...
un solipsismo que no se devuelve..
un mal sueño, un mal respiro..
una malegria...
donde me ha quedado la respuesta?

Spuistraat!

El doceavo dia del crepusculo con fiebre...
La princesita muda se robo el surrealismo,
creo un poema con ratones mientras bebia oporto...
Se instalo en un tren-silencio-puerta,
se escabullo en una fiesta de historietas machacadas,
deambulo en el nombre de una cerveza con whiskey.
Inauguro el tiempo, la sonrisa,
las tardes de menta con besos lluviosos..
los soles de vainilla en el plano sepia del absurdo limbo.
Sedujo al cohete donde iba la pestaña 33,
esa reconstituyente del electrocutado fantasma...
El treceavo dia del crepusculo con fiebre...
La princesita ahogo las fotografias en un
un reloj sin bateria...
se invento el sonido de un mapa sin orillas,
desplego la alucinacion fangosa,
el aterrizaje liquido,
la mutacion del grito...
el catorceavo dia del crepusculo con fiebre,
la princesita pego el insomnio a mis rodillas,
y no pude congelarme,
no pude convalecer...
simplemente me deje absorber un martes..
cuando creia que era un un delirio
cuando supuse que habia diluido el hastio..
La princesita perdio en la esquina esa fiebre temporal,
se le tapono el pararayos,
se le incinero la causa...
No habia que temblar,
no habia que dejar de ser alma!

Spoor 5 Ams.

Preservando el silenciosos asunto,
expectativas escondidas en ese extraño.
en ese nombre que atraveso mi memoria de vodka solitario,
en el deseito que se inmolo con la llovizna,
Juzgando las tendencias, jugando a las sentencias
entre lucecitas que se movian en navidades inexistentes,
entre esas ventanas de solecitos malagradecidos,
entre esos abismos, esos universos de colores,
esos muñequitos hechos canciones deprimentes,
infancias desconocidas,,,
Esos rostros divagando olvidos.

...Ando mas despacio...?
Necesito sufrir otro ataque...
ojala sea de mariposas,
de esas que en la tarde danzan en expresos y melancolia.
Que haya otra ronda,
una que anule la casualidad y rompa la conciencia...
Que se vuelva a inaugurar la rutina..
esa que asusta este asunto...
Ojala se me escape este escalofrio,
ojala se vaya en el tren de la puerta 5,
a ver si por fin dejan de descoserse mis pupilas!

Domburg21

Life, death, love...
everything in the unfinished game,
everything in the abyss,
everything over the rainbow...
Sunny day and abscence without time,
without space,
we're just floating over the fear,
under the laugh that the mirror gives us...
We're many, we're one thousand of souls,
Now... i'm trying to find yours,
now... I'm trying to lay in my play,
and then.. give you a hug...
and wait that you break me in uncontable pieces...
But at the end.. i want to know if I crossed throug your memory
and that we're still being the strangers who find the same book
and lost the time at the same hour!