her ******* bristle
when a gentle breeze kisses them

under the autumn rain
the flight of a lonely seagull
draw the sky

A blade of grass
Descends slowly
And it gets caught in your hair.

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.

Please, my Lord, Have mercy on me
I pray day and night to you
Please, my sweet Lord
give me a sign
of your forgiveness
Maybe a dream
or a flash of lightning across the sky
whatever will be
and I accept your will

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

As a nightingale sings over a rock
The sun is dying under its wings

the ashes of love
the ashes of oblivion
coincide at some point
in the flow of life
one becomes the other
a bird left its nest
and the moon shines on the still waters
passion is not understood
it only lives until it dies
any afternoon in April

The dark wet road reflects the neon lights
Very fast I drive towards the splendorous Dawn
While a poem is emerging from the air

gray and foggy noons
but suddenly
by the south part of the city
it insinuates a rainbow
sadness and hope
just like life itself
a roll of the dice

let me wake you up
as tenderly
as a warm sunbeam
entering through your window

her delicate feet leave an almost imperceptible trace
On the dewy grass.



A sudden lightning
Reveal a carpet of sepia colour leaves
On my way home.



discover your beautiful face among a sea of people
made my day
splendid beauty in a gray sea

At dawn
A young deer quench its thirst
In a little stream bathed by the sun

At Dawn
wild horses cross like an exhalation the plains
Scent of tender grass

The shadow of a tiger
reflected on the quiet waters of the Ganges river
a recurrent dream
of an ancient warrior

A tiger drinking at dawn,
while the rain falls lightly on a field of tender grass

I am not but a tiger that roars in the darkness
waiting for your luscious body to appear at dawn.



You only exist in a poem or in a dream
the harsh reality will not take away my dreams

the mist tangles between my feet
the sea speaks to me crashing against the cliffs
the church bells call for a mass for the dead


winter is my kingdom
the rain silver arrows
and the snow an imperial mantle


I make no effort to exist
I just try to be a faint shadow
in this valley of tears
it is immoral to take the air from another person


let us sit on the edge of the abyss
and let the seduction of emptiness trap us
to make it worthwhile to live another day

A pile of books
an unfinished poem
a farewell letter of an everlasting love
they are my only company at the end of the day

the music of crisping autumn leaves under my feet
resembles the sound of the magic forest of my childhood that lives eternally inside me

Autumn lives forever
in the old childhood memories
that crackle like dry leaves
on a campfire in the middle of nowhere


All the loves, joys and sorrows  
were engraved on our skin  
like the furrows opened under a splendid sun


How much love fits in a lonely tear ?
how much love fits in an infinite rose ?
Tell me if that is not enough to touch your heart

You live
Far away
Where dreams and memories dwell
At dawn I look for you there.



This bright morning in May
I wear your love
Like a beautiful carnation on the lapel of my jacket



Your hips
Bamboo Stems
Moving to the beat of the wind

I sailed driven by the desire of your body
For as long as I can remember
Dazzled I saw
Enchanted islands and bright dawns
Old sorrows drove the sails of my boat
I still hope to find you
Before my ship vanishes in the mist

blazes of colour
dropped autumn leaves along the path
only a soft rumor among the trees escort me on the way home

The bar table displays empty beer bottles.

A cigarette is still smoking in an ashtray.

No one is sitting around

Everyone has left

After hours of talking, laughing, dreaming

Everyone went home as best they could

Countless bottles and cigarettes

Have paraded in front of us.

Countless friends and lovers

Whose names and faces we can hardly remember.

So it is and will always be

Brief instants in a sea of loneliness

Kisses, laughter and caresses that fade in time.

Bright morning like an albatross' breast
Your warm body entwined with mine
The waves of the sea lulling us in the distance
I am the guardian of your dreams

a burning heart
for a rainy day

on cold evenings like this
I try to recognize myself in your gaze
the rain dances with the wind

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

Corruption
Hydra of a thousand heads
all is articulated: politicians, judges, authorities and bureaucracy
if you touch one, others hide  and protect him
it is a malignant virus that feeds on a healthy organism
because corruption is not a person or a group of people
Corruption is a state within a state

Orellana's famous expedition in search of the mythical "El Dorado."
They sailed eight months along the Amazon River.
According to the chronicles of that time:
Thousands of Indians died because of smallpox brought by the Spanish.
The Indians covered the Spanish brig with thousands of arrows and darts in response to such ambition.
The Indians did not allow them to obtain any food;
So, they were forced to boil their belts and mix with some herbs, to alleviate their hunger.
They could never find the dreamed " El Dorado."

Mystery,
vast sea in front of my eyes
Revelation,
map granted by my Lord
Yeah
"Fair Winds and Following Seas."

stay calm my dear friend
your present sorrows
will be like Goldfinches flowing away tomorrow
and a nostalgic smile will illuminate your face

I walk along the beach cover by dew and sadness
How many more dawns I have to wait for you?

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

It is true that I invented you
One day when my loneliness hit me harder than usual
Your skin, your lips and your kisses
You will live longer than me in these verses



I climb up the narrow staircase of the old house
A little tired
A little defeated
Before me an infinite sea of great eucalyptus trees
makes me smile again




What's beyond a cherry blossom
A waning moon
And an ungrateful love?

The splendorous morning
Shines in your eyes
I love you in silence

no rainbows after the rain
just puddles reflecting the sky
and immense solitude

the pearl color of your naked body
bathed by the soft light of the moon
writing a poem

Suddenly all the past was here again
magically revealed by the pale coolness of her face


Inscrutable signs
the subtle language of the Gods
Down here the trees blossom

books everywhere
half-finished pages
the dim room
outside it rains heavily
I smoke my last cigarette
inspiration takes time to arrive

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

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?

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

It's time now
To write
Everything you dreamed of


your beauty is so great
that not even the rain dared to touch you


memories
willows on the path
moved softly by the wind

dancing in the pupils of a new day
smoothly I vanish
among  memories and impossible loves

If everything was a perpetual present
And the past and the future
Mere traps
Gadgets of a Mischievous God
That he plays
With imagined times, places and situations
Mere mirrors
Bubbles that enclose nothing
Then
I would change my life
An animal would have the power
No regrets or hope
Nothing would get in the way
Between my desire and my prey
I would be a beast on the prowl
Willing to **** or die
Without the slightest remorse

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

let's make a pact dear girl friend
I give you autumn and its sepia-colored leaves
and you give me a dewy trail
and everything else we share in equal parts

Letters aged by time
Never sent
Stuck in a desk drawer
Broken promises
In the sky the rain and lightning are woven
A poured drink and a half-finished cigarette
The gloom advances
And suddenly the room lights up
The letters are now burning

Subtle
Like a moonbeam
I caress your bare skin
One april night

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