Aceituna aceituna aceituna ¿a dónde vas cuando sales?, cuando estoy cansado y con ganas de dormir, esta vida no es para nosotros aceituna eres el amor de las cosas que se acostumbraron a la lluvia, aceituna de las enredaderas de licores y de aviones que construyen sonrisas, aceituna que deambulas por las calles de la laguna y de otras laderas imaginables, aceituna eres la que late como uno y dos y tres cuando duermo, aceituna eres una pantera que nace sin asomarse al sol, aceituna ¿qué harían las pequeñas piedras ocultas sin tu aliento de viruta?.
Aceituna, eres la neta de los gandules y las riberas desconocidas en las cosas pequeñas, aceituna tu vives como luciérnaga de carretera.
Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 3:00 AM UTC
if there is anything that can give me
joy
my heart laid bare and a thin
hair of your ***
but better yet it is to try
try never minding reasons
why
that is the prize
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 3:35 AM UTC
Our most misterios beings are dead
You are formidable
And with wings from the other site
Will begin to rot
Like the malady if love
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 4:09 AM UTC
I had a blister
As fading from life
Not a single drop fell
From our cheeks
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 4:09 AM UTC
Af all the ecstasy one can enjoy
As if with no soul
Left in some gutter while *******
watching them go by
Flames the night to all sorrow
Hookers doing their nightly and noble
Act
An escape from the brutal
frenetic evil
My lonely nights
Of vagrancy of thought and action
Alike
The intoxicating smell of lost lives
Pipes empty of crack
The desperate look of a tormented desire
Floating the dense fog that slashes your eye
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 2:02 AM UTC
A small girl just went by
Tiny little *** legs and *******
Had a six pack inside a plastic
Bag
Her lover friend was also Petit
She had long hair and the face of
An angel
They both disappeared behind
A rubber tree.
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 8:52 PM UTC
**** she said
You are a ***** with no batteries
Like a sword with no handle
Then a cup of coffee flew straight
To my left eye
**** she said, you are worthless
That night I went to the store
Beer and mezcal were on my mind
**** she said
I've been looking all over for you
What happened to your eye?
Let me kiss you she said
I left her place this time
Early morning.
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC
She was not a thousand years ago
Damascus was the first city
Her poets nomads and between worlds
It is rubble now
It is deserted now
The gate between hell's civilized
Deseases
Syria is rubble ashes and dust
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 8:42 PM UTC
All death means nothing or at least
Not much
My death, yes mine alone
The bones and flesh
Eaten and polished
Worms flirting with lost knowledge
My bones and an apple tree
Death saw me last night
It will be swift, she said.
I'll miss Street signs
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 8:39 PM UTC