El temblor ebefrenetico fue presagio
del arcoiris y las despedidas.
Los relámpagos circundantes anunciaban así
Al silencio y las
Mareas
Y el fuego fractal del norte
Y el fuego circular del sur
Y el fuego espiral del este
Y el fuego paralelo del oeste
formaron un coro de artificios modulantes
A extrañas tonalidades y estrellas
Y deshechos en su abandono desesperado al viento
Cuyo soplo aviva
Cuatro puntos cardinales y un quinto
Amanecer florido
De símbolo invisible en los anaqueles
Y apartado de cartas muertas, letras muertas
Apañado a un espacio diminuto en las memorias
De las serendipias y cronopios
Que copulan libres
En los bosques de mi anhelo:

Infinita tú,
Sombra etérea y sol
De mi voraz día.

Taciturna luz
Santa, piadosa y vil:
Devórame hoy.

A ti Diosa mar
Cuyo coral de fuego
Me rompe en dos.

Los bellos cantos
Las dulces odas y más
En la noche gris.

Íntimo pulso
Que nace entre pausa
Y caricia.

Adiós: musa,
Que para el invierno
Es tantísimo.

The only one good thing
was that i never had you,
instead
you bring
flower to my graveyards
and ligth to this empty
painfull
void
full of nothing
but angst
and silence
Where ******* and Mr Fishes
was dancing
with his bloodstained
fingers
tearing
my
golden
hearts.
And if you want to know
it
really
hurts.
But this sea, and this stranger birds
diving the deep of ****** force
of the vulcano
& the rose
seeking a call (a cause)
are now
beautiful
reflections
of you
and
this
sad
fly

A loop in the middle
of the line-track
of life

gathering the final dreams
but yawning
infinite abyss of sorrow
eternal man-dness
desire
extasis
pale
golden
dream
that's bringing
the knowledge
and dusk
from an era to new dawn
golden as well the fishes
and Sun and mirror
and stars
and fire
thats burning
inside the chest

Oh! You and my multiple hearts
hidding yourself to the public,
full of old and pernicious wishes
ready to die in each single moment

pausa

30 seconds later we'll watch
where the night deposit
a scumbag inside a box
and a box inside a bag
as and old, and pernicious too
tendentious joke.

This is called
how to
go deep into sea
with harpoon
and spores of magic
mushrooms
for getting nothing
back  home.

Yes, because we are
vegetarians
and the turtles
and jellyfishes
belongs each other
as my typo
and
i.

There is a light
in the end of abyss
and its shining
like a bioluminescent
jelly-dream.

And this is somethig to think about:
the bottom of the ocean
is like
a plastic
fake
tree
because its
invisible for normal eye.

One time, i saw
in the deep of silence
a lot of strange animals
traveling far-away
from home.

Mood: Miss Kittin & the Hacker-1000 dreams
Date: 2:09 a.m

At the end, he Smiles at me;
for a strange(r) reason
Mr.Slummber
was a
love
poe-m
with a happy
end.

Love is:
Mr Fishes going all the way/down
to the lonely concerto.
Love is:
Mr Fishes slummbering the dream
of mad desire for the moon.
Love is:
Cold coffe on a warm chat room.
love is Mr Fishes naked
rolling the blunt
of my
wish.