many times I wrote your name in the air in the sand, in the rain, in the evenings in the end everything was useless I never saw you again so as not to forget you I have your name tattooed on my skin
Life is a great spectacle dance of masquerades no one dares to show their true face because if they did it would be like seeing the Medusa of Perseus and we would be at that moment petrified
The kids play in the garden As the daylight fades between toasts and small talk I light a cigarette and look at the horizon I have a feeling this is going to be a long winter.
my dear since your departure everything remains the same: the leaves have turned sepia this time of year the crickets lull me at night and the rain sings on the old roof just me I have returned to smoking Thinking of you tell me please How many more dawns will I have to wait for your return?
The forest that once sheltered us still as lonely as ever The trees recovered their music with the autumn breeze I badly need you to survive the next winter Please do not take long
the old days are gone together with friends and loves they live now in your wrinkles and your dreams but sometimes, not very often that sleeping tiger that still lives inside you roar in the wind
In the heights of the Andes The old shamans or Altomisayoq do not use the I ching They read the coca leaves spiritual oracle to access the future consider that plant a cosmic seed fruit of the maximum goddess, mother earth (Pachamama). Descending from that holy goddess They consider that she has the power to cure all ills And know the destiny of a person. On a colorful mantle they throw them to the wind and they invoke the sacred spirits in Quechua. Practice as old as reading tea leaves its origin is lost in the origins of time
your beauty has been been the cornerstone of my poetry all these years of solitude and despair at the end your beauty will vanish like a beautiful misty morning dissolved by the sun appearing on the horizon
Stop for a moment Let the wind carry away your thoughts open your senses and just feel like a wild beast like a panther about to jump on life and its miracles
summer has entered my window for the first time children run and laugh in the garden the mist surrounding the blue mountain is clear a warm sun is gradually flooding my room
Beeing separeted from the elements Beeing separeted from the nature Away from the storms, the rain and the sea Was the principle of my decadence Now after so many defeats I will return naked and poor To the very beginning Tomorrow I will shine together with the sun
Loneliness walks the streets Enters a movie theater Sits on a park bench Drinks a coffee Sleeps with you suddenly one day you discover yourself in his gaze
The truth stream going upward to a blue mountain impossible to conceive impossible to reach for this, almost all of us live behind masks that hide our essence disguises that confuse and conceal and finally make the truth unreachable
The sun caught in your hair one april morning Reach to make a poem And the sea mist creeping up your long legs It is poetry itself And what to say about your enigmatic smile When I touch your skin like the sun does this noon.
Time dissolves like a cigarette in the middle of the night a bird sings a sad melody somewhere in the forest the friends who left never came back the first autumn rains arrived
old letters that I never sent you letters aged from reading them so much outside a heavy rain and the sky full of lightning a served drink and a half-finished cigarette. the night goes on and the room fills with shadows one by one I'm throwing the letters into the fire and while the fire rages I'm done with the past tomorrow will be a new day
In the mist of the woods Voices are sometimes heard In some ancient cities Spirits wander with messages that we cannot understand We know that there are great and hidden things that have not yet been revealed. Maybe because we are not prepared to hear them But they are and exist The issue is Will they want to warn us of something terrible that is coming?
The wind speaks better than us Inhabitants of a gigantic Babel Rain comforts better than any government directive And the golden rays of the sun are warmer than the best political speech
We, from years ago are no longer the same The years, like capricious winds made us lose our way to our own Ithaca we finally end up on faraway and strange beaches. Sometimes the memory of a distant love comforts us in the midst of so much loneliness
the dawn and you get together like the sea and the mist just like rain and lightning like the wind and the children's kites Yeah the dawn and you come together in my bed when I look at you sweetly asleep beside me and I become the guardian of your dreams
a coin flip heads or tails a winning dice roll 7 or 11 five cards and a royal flush is formed you tell me maybe lady luck will smile on you tonight maybe yes maybe no it's like life itself many must lose for few to win
The tiger of my dreams resembles that other tiger that drinks on the banks of the immense Ganges sometimes I wonder which one of them should I take care of more
An endless avenue Between heaven and earth Populated by small passions Of even smaller beings Polished by the rain Doubly empty Because of your absence And my loneliness
young people with golden skin on distant beaches dance with the music of the palm trees under the summer moon while other people shiver under a heavy rain in crowded streets