miércoles, 23 de septiembre de 2015


Todas vacías
todas palabras
séquito de pueblerinos
intentando deshacer- me

Santas fingiendo orgasmos
o teniendo orgasmos a escondidas
criando hijos con una biblia en la mano
y en la mente la hipocrecía...

Personas llorando en los entierros
y comiendo al muerto en pe-da-zos
-casería humana-

Damas perfectamente maquilladas
con el alma golpeada
¨"caballeros " de terno y bata
el alma corrupta

Y artistas "drogadictos"
y comerciantes "existosos";

 Y madres solas "putas"
y mujeres golpeadas " damas "
evangelistas sin Dios y con diesmo
ateos con alma y caridad

Miserias humanas y humanos

lunes, 21 de septiembre de 2015

"Crave", from Sarah Kane.

Para mi amado Diego , me apropio de estas palabras ... 


I want to sleep beside you…
And to do your shopping, and to carry your bags,
And to tell you how much I love being with you,
And I want to play hide-and-seek
And give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes
And sit on the steps while you take a bath
And massage your neck
And kiss your feet
And hold your hand
And go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food
And type your letters and carry your boxes
And laugh at your paranoia
And give you tapes you don’t listen to
And watch great films and watch terrible films
And complain about the radio
And take pictures of you when you’re sleeping
And get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish
And go to Florent and drink coffee at midnight
And have you steal my cigarettes and never be able to find a match
And tell you about the program I saw the night before
And not laugh at your jokes
And want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while
And kiss your back and stroke your skin
And tell you how much I love your hair your eyes your lips your neck your breasts
And sit on the steps smoking till your neighbor comes home
And sit on the steps smoking till you come home
And worry when you’re late
And be amazed when you’re early
And give you sunflowers
And go to your party and dance till I’m black
And be sorry when I’m wrong and happy when you forgive me
And look at your photos and wish I’d known you forever
And hear your voice in my ear
And feel your skin on my skin
And get scared when you’re angry
And your eye has gone red and the other eye blue
And hug you when you’re anxious
And hold you when you hurt
And want you when I smell you
And offend you when I touch you
And whimper when I’m next to you and whimper when I’m not
And dribble on your breast
And smother you in the night
And get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don’t
And melt when you smile and dissolve when you laugh
And not understand why you think I’m rejecting you when I’m not rejecting you and wonder how you could think I’d ever reject you
And wonder who you are but accept you anyway
And tell you about the tree angel enchanted forest boy who flew across the ocean because he loved you
And write poems for you and wonder why you don’t believe me
And have a feeling so deep I can’t find words for it
And want to buy you a kitten I’d get jealous of because it would get more attention than me
And keep you in bed when you have to go and cry like a baby when you finally do
And buy you presents you don’t want and take them away again
And ask you to marry me and you say no again but keep on asking because though you think I don’t mean it I do always have from the first time I asked you
And wander the city thinking it’s empty without you
And want what you want
And think I’m losing myself but know I’m safe with you
And tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you don’t deserve any less
And tell you the truth when I really don’t want to
And try to be honest because I know you prefer it
And think it’s all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life
And forget who I am
And make love with you at three in the morning

And how, somehow communicate some of the,

All-encompassing heart-enriching mind-expanding, on-going never-ending…


Hoy las vísceras dan vueltas
retornan y se agitan en mi interior
la mente se vuelve a conjugar

Recordando el perfume de la muerte
mezclado con el néctar del amor
veo los ojos de mi pequeño,
enloquezco un poco más

La mente per-di-da
el espíritu inexacto
el amor siempre vulnerable
los celos que enloquecen ,
algunas veces tengo miedo

Y éstas dementes me atrapan ,
me llevan a matar
las palabras me persiguen , me hablan
me eligen, me erigen y me atan

A veces me permiten volar
lejos- donde no puedo estar, 
hay orgasmos que exigen tiempo y lugar
Yo los quiero y los necesito siempre