Fig-u-r-idio

Azulínea, curvimácula, triangubípeda...
la ausencia se transforma en granizo delirante,
la agonía se roba el nombre del monólogo huérfano...
y una ola y otra hora,
y un cuadrálico ebrio de miércoles..
un trapezóiquimo alucina en relieve
mientras el café se hace más negro
y la memoria más espesa...
todo por un sonido confundido,
todo por una insolación en circumosos eclipses!

Juevez

Corrientes necias en elíxires mudos,
marioneta intrépida de silencios boreales,
aguja que alucina, fantasmas y enjambres,
cánulos con sed en escenarios hilarantes!
Llueve, ventea, escampa...
se anula la colisión,
se olvidan las condiciones...
Las espeluznantes verdades coinciden,
danzan, se agitan, se embriagan...
y yo sigo aqui, empinando besos
y musitando variedades,
como por hacer algo,
como para pasar el rato,
por si acaso la llama me extingue
antes que más tarde amanezca!

Aparece el martes, con su grisácea pupila

con su desvencijada melancolía,

con su mentira rabiosa...

con su canción de siempre...

Aparece tu nombre en mis pestañas ausentes,

con tu etiqueta de anoche,

con tu hermosa desdicha...

con tu café de siempre...

Apareces de nuevo,

quemándome el alma..

con tus abrazos de siempre,

con tu nuevo cigarro,

con tu olvido de martes y su grisácea pupila!!!

La bruja sonríe, mientras se deleita las ganas con un vodka,
mientras deletrea los silencios de esa extrañable sonrisa,
el sueño en clave, la música resonante, delirante, espeluznante.
los árboles continuan en díalogo con el tiempo!
y yo ando esperando el próximo asunto...

Horas

Alucino en puentes de besos,
de emociones dolientes y malos abrazos...
Alucino en paciencia,
en copas de precaución,
en alguna que otra cerveza...
Alucino en luces,
en fuegos, en humos,
en afirmaciones y retorcijones..
Alucino en deberes, en canciones,
en soledades...
Y como siempre,
indemnizo memorias...

No hay por qué perder las malas costumbres!

“El tiempo es extrañamente lindo, porque ahora sólo puede ser lindo” ANTONIN ARTAUD

Ayer suicidé mis ganas de verte,
Suicidé las palabras, el misterio,
Maté la magia, ahogué el grito…
Ayer abusé del silencio incompetente, ese que te llevaba adentro.
Hice una oración sin palabras,
Tuve un amor sin oraciones…
Y las palabras fueron insuficientes…
Ayer deambulé en el fuego…
Y fue tan absurdo como compartir suicidios con música de Bob Dylan,
Mientras me desgarrabas el miedo con tu beso de buenas noches
Mientras te enseñaba que los viajes en tren suelen ser tristes,
Mientras mi pseudoparaíso desmembraba los prejuicios,
Mientras pensaba si cuando volviera

las cosas del amor no andarían tan mal…
Pero siguen igual… no andan…
Mis ganas de verte se mueren solas,
Las palabras se retuercen, el misterio se descompone…
La magia de la bruja infame permanece libre
Y yo aquí… sin hacer algo al respecto…
En este escenario, con una maravillosa tristeza,
Con un tiempo atrapado en mis letras de miércoles,
Con un experimento y montón de preguntas,
Preparando la hoja en blanco para la próxima vida,
Adivinando el siguiente fantasma…
Metamorfoseando el verbo,
Escondiendo el verso, suicidando el beso…
Y poniendo mas capas de olvido para que recuerde dónde deje las respuestas!!

Surrealistic tale: the mouse and the princess

TRAIN-SILENCE-DOOR
The mouse decided to wait,
The princess decided to die…
I was asking for another wine.
CHERRY-WHISKEY-MINT
The mouse came to say hello,
The princess came went to say good bye,
I was waiting another wine.
SUN-SHADOW-PICTURE
The mouse was drunk,
The princess was dead…
I was happy!

I couldn’t solve the case,
Someone said that the princess was in silence,
In front of the door –in the train-
Drinking whiskey with mint and cherries,
Taking pictures of the shadow
saying good bye to the sun…
Meanwhile, the mouse was saying hello
-he was drunk-
and I was happy!!
The murderer was never found,
The mouse was drunk...
The princess was dead…
And I was happy!!!

Some words, some time…
some past, some present, some future…
I had scratches over my dreams,
I was sleeping underneath me,
I was listening the rain in the sunny days…
I was waiting for something…
I came here with my soul little bit broken..
Now... it still broken… but stronger,
With many memories, full of feelings,
full of new songs… full of butterflies.
Now, I have new songs to sing in my next smile’s shower.
I have a new landscape, a new sunset,
Now I’m happy between the hurricanes and the soft spring.
Now… my space is not empty,
My abyss is full of wishes…
at least, is full of kisses…
full of music, full of blue, full of red, full of green.
Now my time is full of tears instead of fears…
I was one of you
I was one of them,
I was one of me…
Now I’m someone else… I know something new…
Is better cry for something than laugh for nothing…
Is better love the impossible than have the easy…
Is better be stranger than be only a ghost..
anyway I love the stranger ghosts in an impossible laugh…
Now I can sing…
I can go on eating strawberries in the morning,
cherries in the afternoon, cookies in the train,
and have dreams before fall sleep…
Now I can be May on April,
I can look through the cats silence
And this is my way…
My way to love the life, the friends, the butterflies…
The cherries, the strawberries, the cookies, the cats…
The words, the songs, the music, the poetry, the smiles…
This is my way,
My passion, my strange love, my bad side…
I’m here… maybe because is my last step…
I’m here because I’m not afraid of myself anymore,
I’m here letting a piece of my soul…
Going on… with a wonderful sadness,
with an amazing happiness…
with this time wrapped in my mouth,
with my past and my future..
with this second burning my questions,
with your answers flaming my time…

sensacion de domingo 17 y 49!

Persistencia perturbada...
preguntas promisorias..
inestable...
inflamable....
interrumpida...
en el lapso de una sobredosis..
de no sé que...
de no sé cuando....
de no sé como..
en el encierro de una ventana abierta..
con incertidumbre de pajaro-sombra..
desalojo...
destierro...
despaciooooooo...
espacio diluyente...
tiempo ahogado en vodka y fanta...
en hielos y fiebre...
en memoria reducida a una silenciosa multiplicación...
en esas ando...
sin andar...
sin susurrar...
creandome una pintura surreal y un crepúsculo alucinante..
en espera por volver a esa sensacion que tenia....
cuando todo andaba bien...

Again (Archive)

You're tearing me apart
Crushing me inside
You used to lift me up
Now you get me down
If I Was to walk away...
from you my love
Could I laugh again?

Reviento esta tristeza..
la agonía agoniza...
por los callejones insensatos de mis caminos lluviosos...
y se despeja el cielo que usualmente esta caido...
y se desaloja el abismo,
y se duplica la incertidumbre...
la inconstancia que sonrie cada vez que te abraza,
la blasfemia derramada con el café de una mañana que ya no vuelve...
el sabor de la derrota en una buena partida...
Despedazo las frases inconclusas,
el silencio y los violines oxidados,
multiplico las tareas -lo que queda por hacer-
indemnizo el ultimo beso
con la ultima aparicion de este fantasma,
éste que acabo de derivar del vacío,
éste mismo que me trae otra despedida...

Again...

I'm losing you again
Like eating me inside
I used to lift you up
Now I get you down

invisible...

Estallido de luciernagas fundidas...
mariposas transparentes...
ya olvidé como se siente esa sonrisa,
ya olvidé en que consiste el amanecer..
Y extraño...
y me canso...
y escribo...
y hago cuentas,
de cuantos,
de cuandos... de cómos,
evitando preguntar el por qué..
y me duele tener las palabras encerradas,
las frases traducidas,
los sentimientos reducidos...
el alma congelada...
Y me duele, me raya, me rasga, me hiere...
ah.. esto de ser nadie y ser demasiado,
esto de ser todo y ser polvo...
de ser Mayo en Marzo, sin amor y sin primavera,
sin murmullos en mi espalda,
sin besos, sin abrazos, sin secretos...
sin esa sonrisa y ese amanecer...

Invisible silencio de diez y cuarentaycinco,

la ultima luciernaga a punto de estallar,

a punto de fundirse...

estallido de mariposas invisibles,

a las diez y cuarentayseis....

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...