AMBROSIA

Nectar, delicacies of life,
delights, sublime pleasures.
Devouring the ambrosias,
that life which is ambrosia.
That life which costs so much,
that dear life to maintain.
Life full of fine joys.
That life which costs so much,
to leave it against our will.
Lives of the luxury of living,
that scatter,
in the years, days.
Time to live,
fear of dying,
of leaving pleasure.
Sublime pleasures.
Delicate, soft,
silk feathers,
caged lives.
Fears of dying,
of crossing borders.
Between lines, lives,
between the whole and something,
everything goes away in the end.
Too much joy,
to know how to leave,
and take the step,
to arrive
at the destination,
death,
is the end,
of everything.
Meanwhile,
the luxury of living,
of the pleasures,
earthly days,
mundane lives.
The now and later,
God will say when,
in the meantime,
balanced,
in the luxury
of living.
---
Neuchâtel, Switzerland

A MY OWN RHYTHM

In the dusty world,
I feel that turbulent moment,
moments of wind, a slow compass.
Gradually raising the movement,
creating fragments of my own drum,
in the irreverent moment to jump and let go.
Throwing off ballast, leaving exhaustion outside,
pleasant instants of wind in the air.
In the heat of August, being the center,
like the cement that unites music,
in that violent and audacious rhythm.
Between unreal scraps,
the rhythm progresses.
Hearing,
the rhythm of the wind,
that wind of the heart,
drumming with fingers.
Peeling the body from everything,
leaving laments behind,
in the waves of oneself.
I feel the noise,
converted,
into music.
Happy,
turbulent,
first, slow.
The rhythm growing.
Beating on the stairs,
unreal moment to dance,
the heart sets the tempo,
and everything begins to turn.
Turning the soul,
in its concert,
in its music.
cadences,
of waves.
Music
that grows,
more intense.
the soul dances,
the heart jumps,
beats, in strokes.
The rhythm of living,
first slow,
then fast,
in the days,
that leave,
slowly.
and then,
fast,
light,
until.
the end
The rhythm,
of living,
that noise,
accompanied,
in my rhythm,
every day,
at last.

ANOTHER LIFE

I don't need to be anything
to be myself.
I am not a gentleman,
nor do I pretend to be.
Just a shadow,
who was happy once,
without knowing it, I had happiness,
those days with the love
of my loved ones.
The treasure that left,
death took them away.

So long ago,
through others,
I lived well,
I watched you,
in my life,
and I was happy
to have you
by my side.

They were my life.
They were there,
with me.
They were everything,
all that was necessary
to be happy.
To be full,
to be satiated
every day.
Then I filled
the absences
with things,
and that
was not
mine.
That life,
did not fill,
did not satiate,
I did not buy
happiness,
I did not fill it
with what was valuable.
So many things
were not
mine.
And life
was nothing,
with so much,
and in the end.
Everything
for
nothing.

ANOTHER VIEW

From far away, from down below, from here,
from the paths that cross our own,
in this life that is so different.
I look and sometimes I see nothing,
just blurry dots.
In the world,
maybe on Mars,
maybe from the Moon,
sometimes I get close and I observe.
I discover you as distant dots,
and sometimes the dots come closer and say hello.
Those dots that are other lives,
lives like dots that pass,
lives that come and go,
crossed lives.
In the crusade of life,
from an extravagant place,
it fascinates me to think about other lives.
What will they have, what will they hide, pains and joys.
Sometimes I come down from my own world,
and I step in the mud of life,
without fear of getting *****.
In those lights,
where there are dots,
dots that are lives,
people of flesh and pain.
Sometimes I see luminous dots,
smiles, joys, successes,
and I happily toast.
On my moon,
in my world,
sometimes I descend,
and I feel you on my skin.
Sometimes I become,
I become human,
and I am one more of you,
and I stop living among the stars.
Sometimes I get off my pedestal,
I come down and I become one of so many,
in the earthly world we breathe.
Another view, one view among so many.
And I feel, so much yours like a dot.
Someone who passes like a dot through life,
that dot, among many dots, that go through the world.

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ANTIQUE

Love is no longer in style,
there's no more timeless love,
everything's to use and throw away.
Tuberculosis is no longer fashionable,
those chests full of so much love,
sickness is dreaded,
there are no more ladies,
ladies of the camellias.
No one boasts of love,
love from which blood flows.
It's no longer the age of poems,
everyone boasts of genius,
everyone thinks they're great,
so many say they write,
but there are no readers.
There are no love letters,
no missives are received,
in those empty mailboxes.
We're left cold,
frozen souls.
Everything is a substitute.
Everything is scary,
fear of living,
everything is nothing.
Everything passes,
in a rush,
quickly,
life,
demode.
Antiquated,
everything passes,
without mattering.
Love left,
and now it's strange,
something out of style.
Controlled passions,
everything is fleeting and futile,
everything is seeking pleasure,
everything is instantaneous.
Everything makes us languish,
love has faded.
Ephemeral feelings,
where nothing lasts long,
and something better is always sought.
Nothing is ever enough to live,
that love that is never from novels,
only replicas of true love,
eternal love is not wanted,
that love without an expiration date.
Everything is so fast,
so immediate,
it lasted nothing
nor is it expected.

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A PLASTIC GARDEN

In August, in that plastic garden,
among artificial flowers, the dead rest.
In the cemetery, where every day there is a burial.
Frantic activity in one of Madrid's many cemeteries.
Where a few of us visit the remains of those who lived.
While life goes on and the time will come,
we will rest in peace.
In the summer,
while Spain burns,
while everything goes to the precipice,
while life trembles outside the tombs.
Among substitute flowers, life flickers and wakes up,
bees looking for the nectar of life in plastic flowers.
Life is a plastic garden in the holy ground,
among insects and birds life flies,
in the necropolis there is peace,
beauty in everything,
just look,
and you will see,
life.

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A Romantic Story

Between brushes, between birds,
life unfolds.
In a place far from everyone's sight.
Among poems of the sea,
on solid ground.
Life,
that life,
that goes away,
in the heat,
of August.
In the summer,
in the sun's heat,
he has a life,
a secret life,
that no one
imagines.
The world,
between walls,
is the life of that man,
a failed,
rich man,
immaterial,
he has everything,
of everything,
and of nothing.
He asks for no more,
with his animals,
that's enough for him, with a walk,
down winding paths.
So much work to be nothing,
getting poorer and happier,
he consumes yesterday's wealth,
happy with the little road left to travel.
A romantic life of love and flowers,
where life is a pure dream,
among delicate poems,
a sublime life,
in misery.
In the end he goes,
the door,
closed,
and no one
felt it.
A failure,
a romantic life,
a dreamer,
now far from everyone,
and finally he flew, without suffering,
to a better place still.
And he never returned,
the sweet dream
of death.
A dead poet,
who wasn't even a poet,
nor lived reality.
And the walls,
closed,
and no one,
returned,
there.

In the twilight of my years,
in the deep hours of dawn,
I let myself fall into the air, and let go of all.
I close my eyes, and turn to the stars,
those that adorn my sky on four walls.
And sometimes I climb to the rooftop, and let the air kiss me,
and I feel so companioned by the stars,
and all loses its import by night.
A summer's night, amidst dreams,
in my nocturnal rest,
amongst my music.
Amongst caresses,
in the air,
that air that kisses,
when no one else does.

15-7-2025

At Last:

The day's end has come,
let's head back home.
To receive hugs,
let's give those kisses,
it's today's celebration.

The day concluded,
caresses arrive,
in the sweet home.
With so much love,
amidst the fire,
in your home,
the coolness,
of the breeze,
of love.

Welcome,
to your house,
with love,
to enjoy,
it's the party,
of life.

It's the family,
with the children,
with your friends,
in well-being.
That is happiness,
enjoy the home,
and life will smile upon you,
in sweet love.

In the home,
of fire,
of living,
warm,
life,
with
cold
and
heat.

"Yes, life is simple… but it can also be fabulous."
July 23, 2025

Bad omens, airs of evil.
Moths, ants, dust,
life is *****, gray.
Future without a future,
in the fates,
in the gall.
Air,
gray air,
gray trails,
death here,
here, there,
far from good,
bad omens.
The skies are sad,
life is dying,
monsters grow.
Everything is twisting,
sowing sad airs,
over there, the scythes.
the edges of evil at the ready.
We close our eyes,
to not see the void.
Announced shadows,
bad bitter paths,
everything smells of corruption.
walking to the catastrophe.
Voices of misery, bad air,
everything is burning, everything is ablaze,
burnt air, bad weather.
Everything leads to the precipice,
humanity is corroding,
bad omens in the abyss,
Insects bringing us signals,
bad times for everyone to live,
messages from dusty times.

BROKEN WISHES

Better to have no wishes,
better not to be disappointed,
better not to seek the best.
Better to curl up,
into myself,
far from myself.
In nothingness,
a shipwreck,
in the real.
This world,
is not my world,
reality is coming,
dreams drowned.
I was disappearing,
I went to a corner,
fleeing from life,
that cruel life.
Slowly,
very slowly,
I am moving away,
from the painful reality.
When hope fled,
the slap of real life came,
without barely noticing, I created my world.
A world where there is no future,
my world no longer exists,
it is the past.
Treasuring,
memories.
Memories,
everything is leaving me,
days without a tomorrow.
Precious memories
that fade away,
while I slowly leave.
My world fits in a corner,
where there is only room for the past,
where the future brings nothing good in the end.

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CAROUSEL
In my Ferris wheel, spinning, turning,
in life's madness,
in art.
The art of drawing out days,
the art of surviving ourselves.
Stories,
between silver and gold, by day and by night.
Turning through life,
observing.
Looking without seeing, at times.
Unraveling tangled chains,
Between lines and curves,
creating,
those days,
passionate,
navigating,
through the air,
drowned,
in the sea,
blood,
rivers,
giving,
that art,
from here,
from there.
Art,
my art,
your art,
all,
or
nothing,
to flow.
In everything,
your art,
reflections,
of life,
recreating.
In my Ferris wheel,
sometimes I fall,
dizzy,
giving,
everything,
I believe,
divine,
human,
reflections,
creation.
Without a net,
loose,
my art.
That thing,
so mine,
without success,
without fear
to be brilliant,
to be nothing,
it all matters not,
to create for creation's sake.
I drown,
each day,
I breathe,
from worse,
to worse,
despite,
I cast art,
those lines,
that I spit.
With blood,
sometimes water,
salt from my sea.
For no one,
for me,
I play,
I spin,
I turn,
within me,
dizzy,
on my carousel,
that which inspires,
that which kills me.
Giving everything,
on the edge,
of everything,
or almost,
art,
mine,
endless.
unreal,
or real,
unlimited.
Breathless,
pure image,
imagination,
overflowing,
drowned,
in Art.
it kills me,
not to give
everything,
endlessly.
Carousel,
circular,
of light,
within me,
unique,
endless,
despite,
my end.
Creating
life in you,
immaterial,
poisoning,
with art your life.
Create your dreaming,
in your Ferris wheel.
carousel,
of your life

CARRUSEL
En mi noria, girando, dando vueltas,

en la locura de la vida,

en el arte.

Arte de ir tirando días,

arte de sobrevivir a nosotros mismos.

Historias,

entre la plata y el oro, de día y de noche.

Dando vueltas por la vida,

observando.

Mirando sin ver a veces.

Deshaciendo los ovillos de las cadenas,

Entre líneas y curvas,

creando,

esos días,

apasionados,

navegando,

por el aire,

ahogados,

en la mar,

sangre,

ríos,

dando,

ese arte,

de aquí,

de allá.

Arte,

mi arte,

tu arte,

todo,

o

nada,

fluir.

En todo,

tu arte,

reflejos,

de la vida,

recreando.

En mi noria,

a veces caigo,

mareado,

dando,

todo,

Creo,

divino,

humano,

reflejos,

creación.

Sin red,

suelto,

mi arte.

Esa cosa,

tan mía,

sin éxito,

sin miedo

a ser genial,

a no ser nada,

da igual todo,

crear por crear.

Me ahogo,

cada día,

respiro,

de peor,

en peor,

a pesar,

tiro arte,

esas líneas,

que escupo.

Con sangre,

a veces agua,

sal de mi mar.

Para nadie,

para mí,

juego,

giro,

vueltas,

en mí,

mareado,

en mi carrusel,

ese que inspira,

ese que me mata.

Dando todo,

en el borde,

de todo,

o casi,

arte,

mío,

sin fin.

irreal,

o real,

ilimitado

Sin aliento,

pura imagen,

imaginación,

desbordante,

ahogado,

en Arte

me mata,

no dar

todo,

sin fin.

Carrusel,

circular,

de luz,

en mí,

único,

sin fin,

a pesar,

de mi fin.

Creando

vida en ti,

inmaterial,

envenenando,

con arte tu vida.

Crea tu soñar,

en tu noria.

carrusel,

de tu vida.

CHRONIC CRYOGENIC

Poor thoughts, that die with me,
a mortal with airs of eternity.
Pretentious vanity,
and all for what?
to be dust.
Enamored dust,
of my own dreams,
like a romantic poet,
outside of my own time.
Too much self-love,
I want to freeze everything,
I will preserve everything,
everything valuable.
I'll let myself rot,
but I'll freeze my words,
I want to cryogenize my thoughts.
Too much in love with myself,
not to think of saving the best,
the best, those thoughts.
Prose in verses,
of air.
I will be a priest,
and I will sacrifice myself for Art,
I will cryogenize my soul in poems.
I will write tirelessly, while I still breathe.
I will do alchemy and preserve my life,
in those philosophical words,
preserves of poems,
chronicles of life,
of my life.
I will be a sick man,
a chronically sick man of living,
until the end comes to everything.
I am a chronic cryogenic of eternity,
that eternity that does not exist on earth, nor is it possible.
I will clone my poems in you,
you will be a clone of my words,
they will absorb you and revive you when you read them.

Words from a cold heart when it lived.
Words in the networks, in books, in diaries, on paper,
to float beyond the death of a frozen soul.
Chronicles of someone hated and revered when they lived,
someone who left no one indifferent wherever they went,
who loved himself so much that he cryogenized his poems,
only to be forgotten, without any remedy.
No one can conquer death,
but there is always the illusion
of donating something valuable,
a poisoned gift,
to be read,
to be enjoyed,
or, to be hated.
Cryogenic,
chronic
of living,
perhaps,
maybe,
it could
be.

CLICHÉS

Pre-packaged loops, reheated ideas,
grateful bellies, guts well-fed.
Ideas that repeat, never scratching the surface.
Fools ignorant of their own ignorance,
who think they are wise, and only repeat clichés.
An education that just manufactures and brainwashes,
a factory of dimwits, of slaves; it’s an agenda.
Created imbecilities that repeat endlessly.
The mantras of some are very good, saints,
the mantras of others are very bad, evil.
History is reheated and changed endlessly,
when foolishness becomes the general norm.
Capitalism and Marxism united in crusades,
the new global war of the gods explodes.
In a world where knowing is of no interest,
knowledge forbidden to the useful slaves,
people who repeat preconceived ideas.
Slaves of our time, ignorant,
the narratives will be changed again and again.
Reality doesn't matter; reality is fabricated,
imbeciles who believe they are libertarians.
Poor souls that have been snatched away,
those transgenics, manipulated humans.
A world of gods who give lessons,
a world of degenerates of all kinds.
Stupids in charge of a burning ship,
moral degenerates, intellectual fools.
A world of mediocrity at full speed,
the agenda is the kingdom of imbecility.
The kingdom of darkness and lies arrives,
everything leads to human degradation,
the end of times, lies in everything.
A degenerate society, heading for the end.
Humans who believe they are gods of evil.

Daydream (Ensoñación)
Drowsy unto death,
brimming with imagination,
I walk among the clouds.
My eyes close, and I drift away.

Between the heavens,
lulled in my own mist,
I leave all behind, lost in the haze.
Between day and night, in the twilight,
everything unfolds slowly, and I glide
between vaporous clouds and the shining stars.

Exiting the body,
gazing at those remains from afar,
far, so far from my vestiges, I ascend,
flying to another world, that world of pure daydream.

That intimate world,
a world solely mine,
where senses are lulled,
my thinking self asleep.

In that rare moment,
in my ensoñación,
I can see myself,
and take flight,
soaring.

Departing,
bodiless, unchained,
within reality, there are crevices
to leave all behind,
and dream of flight.

In peace,
in my peace,
in my calm,
in total serenity,
between waking,
between dreams,
a dreaming soul.

---
ENSOÑACION
Muero de sueño,

lleno de imaginación.

Andando entre las nubes,

se me cierran los ojos y despego.

Entre los cielos,

adormecido en mi vapor,

dejó todo atrás, en la neblina.

Entre el día y la noche, en la tarde,

todo se hace lentamente y me desplazo,

entre las nubes de vapor y las estrellas brillantes.

Saliendo del cuerpo,

mirando esos restos desde lejos,

lejos,  muy lejos de mis despojos, me elevo,

volando a otro mundo, ese mundo de la ensoñación.

Ese mundo íntimo,

un mundo solo mío,

adormecidos los sentidos,

adormecido mi ser pensante.

En ese raro momento,

en mi ensoñación,

puedo verme,

y despegar,

volando.

Marchando,

sin cuerpo, sin ataduras,

entre la realidad, hay resquicios,

para dejar todo atrás,

y soñar con volar.

En paz,

en mi paz,

en mi calma,

en calma total,

Entre la vigilia,

entre los sueños,

un alma soñadora.

Daydream


Floating in life,
sometimes moments of pleasure,
seducing life.
Loving sometimes, in love,
along the paths.
Feeling goosebumps,
being true.
Without fear, no fear to fly,
to speak my words.
Building with my love,
those things for everyone.
Giving the best of me,
amidst my storms.
Among my moments of light,
sometimes I can float.
Cadences of my times,
elevating my soul.
In my time being myself,
without wishing to lie.
Sometimes rocked within me,
a daydream of one.
Sometimes unbearable, I know,
but sometimes seductive.
There are moments for everything,
to try to be one.
Moments to take off,
detached from the body.
Far from the material, mystical,
dreaming of being light.
Illusion of transcending oneself,
floating far from myself.
Moments for miracles,
to be a little better.
To give priceless love,
to see the stars.
Moments for daydreaming,
measures of well-being.
Far from the harsh reality of living.
Searching for myself,
appreciating that walk along the path.

------
FLOTANDO

Flotando en la vida,

a veces momentos de placer,

seduciendo la vida.

Amando a veces, enamorado,

por los caminos.

Sintiendo que la piel se eriza,

siendo verdadero.

Sin temor, ni miedo a volar,

a decir mis palabras.

Construyendo con mi amor,

esas cosas para todos.

Regalando lo mejor de mí,

entre mis tormentas.

Entre mis momentos de luz,

a veces puedo flotar.

Cadencias de mis tiempos,

elevando mi alma.

En mi tiempo siendo yo,

sin desear mentir.

A veces mecido en mí,

ensoñación de uno.

A veces inaguantable, lo sé,

pero a veces seductor.

Hay momentos para todo,

para intentar ser uno.

Momentos para despegar,

despegado del cuerpo.

Lejos de lo material, místico,

soñando con ser luz.

Ilusión de transcender de uno,

flotando lejos de mí.

Momentos para los milagros,

para ser un poco mejor.

Para regalar amor sin precio,

para ver las estrellas.

Momentos para la ensoñación,

compases de bienestar.

Lejos de la dura realidad de vivir.

Buscando a mí mismo,

apreciando ese andar por el camino.

Days That Go By

Life is fragile, brittle,
moved by hidden springs.
Mysteries we carry, inside,
in those days that go by,
moments of life.

In the spiderweb,
that traps us,
between the pain,
in the luck,
of living.

In the game,
of moments,
of happy days,
painful nights.

In the air, life,
that hard life,
that doesn't last.
and goes by.

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DELICIOUS

So sweet, so soft, ice cream,
so cold in the summer heat.
******* slowly, greedy,
an exquisite, luxurious ice cream.
Licking so softly,
eating in small bites,
with kisses of sweet love.
In the heat of this night,
very dressed up, elegant,
savoring the sweet night.
On a night of white cream,
in the chocolate of the night,
in such selective pleasure.
On the sweet moon of cream,
in the chocolate sky,
sipping the stars.
To the rhythm of the dance,
devouring your eyes,
while we eat,
the sweet cream of living.
Eating with kisses,
on our Moon...


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Digression

In those strange moments,
set apart from your own life,
diverted from the paths.
Wandering a bit more,
a parenthesis, a stop,
a little bit of dreams.
A slow pause,
to get out of oneself,
moments to flee.
A change of direction,
instants to change,
courses to disconnect.
Slow silences, a halt,
pauses on the road,
to continue,
with strength,
anew.

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Don't be afraid, my love.

Feel the breeze that beats the heart,
for a moment, let the soul's breeze float.
Put the bad things away and forget the bad times past.
Come to Paradise, that of kind words.
Let's leave the war far from everything,
perfume everything with peace and love.
Feel all the happiness,
That's it, it comes and goes.
Caresses of life,
sweet sensitivity.
With a glass of water,
immerse yourself in the freshness,
of a never-ending party.
In the world, the one that flourishes,
wonders sprout everywhere.
Let the softness of life love you,
feel the sun surround you in warm caresses.
Feel the message of love in the songs of the birds.
Moments for the soul's rest, in the sea of days.
Melodies of words to lull you sweetly,
my soft song, that which resonates in your soul,
an intimate song that hearts treasure.
Fold away the sorrows and bring out the happiness,
make life dawn,
make the days delicious.

Songs so that everything goes well,
love letters that are just kisses from the heart.
Bits of happiness that fly straight to the souls,
omens of good days, where everything flourishes until the end.
Whispering in your ears, messages in bottles of good wishes,
forget the tears, and make laughter contagious every day.
No matter what happens, feel that there are always drops of happiness floating,
that perfume that anoints us when we least expect it.
Create an aura where everything shines golden around you,
listen to the gentle melody of well-being.

Don't be afraid, everything will be fine if there is love,
that pure love that floods souls.
Bubbles of happiness in bottles,
uncorked bottles,
that spill,
good days.
With love,
bubbles of pleasure,
happiness that spills over.
Poems from one heart to others,
sickly sweet happiness to stick to everyone.
Creating an epidemic of happiness,
don't be afraid that you might get infected,
happiness is always good.
Contagious love in bottles,
bottles of bubbles,
uncorked
with love for you.
Caresses of love,
to kiss you,
pure kisses,
of endless love,
are my bubbles,
those poems of love.
Tears that turn,
into the perfume of spilled love,
where the heart receives the essence of happiness.
Words of love for hearts to dance in an embrace.
A balm of love to nourish your heart with bubbles of happiness.

Dragnet

Today I've taken your net and I'll drag you,
to the world of poetry without muses,
without artifice, without deceit.
I will trap you and you will be you,
stop dreaming,
listen to yourself,
hear yourself,
once and for all,
and bring out the best,
the dazzling.

Stop running away,
and get in the mud,
that clay of a ***** life.
Flee from the day to day and go outside,
reach the ecstasy of your olympus,
transcend, aspire to so much more.
Stop thinking that everything is about rhyming,
stop the *******, and bring out the best,
forget everything you've learned and be real.

Stop that mocking laugh, for crying so much blinds you,
listen to your body, and tell what matters to you.
Tear up all your poems, and start over,
again and again, and reread your broken ones.
Fly beyond stoves and chairs,
bring out what you have so deep inside.

In your dragnet, search,
for that which you don't know is there
And just think, everything comes,
the poem is you,
the sublime.
Stop living a bad life,
and let everything flow,
in the small lies the great.

And one day your gray hairs will be snow
of poems in August, on horses of light,
that blind with so much beauty, in your final sun.
In the net of sea and sun, where the old will be reborn endlessly,
where beauty will begin again and again in endless poems.

Forget everything,
start anew,
strip yourself of the useless,
listen to your heart,
it will speak to you in verse,
and the snow will melt
into warm poems.
Seek the miracle,
of believing in yourself,
immerse yourself,
in the net,
of fishing,
unique poems,
to hang them wherever you want.

In the streets of a city without sea,
sometimes, ghostly vessels appear,
moored to the streets on the asphalt.
Strange, astonishing presences,
those sailboats with their white canvases,
boats large and small, a thousand colors.
awaiting arrival at a better harbor.

Story of a dryland city,
with that Manzanares river, waterless,
with that river they dried up one day.
That city that is Madrid, gray,
amidst the dust and so much dirt,
in those streets where I wander,
boats on wheels, parked.

Vessels that once sailed,
waters of rivers, reservoirs, and seas.
While their owners dream
of happy hours embarked,
atop those hulking contraptions.

In the strange city, Madrid,
where everything is sometimes possible,
sometimes I walk beside sailboats,
like horses awaiting water.
In those streets, there are no pedestrians anymore,
where only the asphalt roars in summer.
While I melt in the July heat.
While I watch life pass and don't look back,
where nothing matters, because I am fungible,
among parked sailboats waiting to sail.

Between my seas of dreams and nightmares,
in that nightmare they call Madrid,
while I await better times.
Sometimes I see boats in the streets,
walking to go to the opera,
to go to the paradise of the theater.


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BARCOS DE SECANO

En las calles, de una ciudad sin mar,

a veces, aparecen  fantasmales naves,

amarradas a las calles en el asfalto.

Extrañas presencias asombrosas,

esos veleros con sus blancas telas,

barcos y barquitos de mil colores.

en espera de llegar a mejor puerto.

Historia de una ciudad de secano,

con ese Manzanares sin aguas,

con ese río que secaron un día.

Esa ciudad que es Madrid, gris,

entre el polvo y tanta suciedad,

en esas calles donde me paseo,

barcos sobre ruedas aparcados.

Naves que surcaran alguna vez,

aguas de ríos, pantanos y mares.

Mientras sueñan sus propietarios,

con  horas felices  embarcados,

a lomos de esos armatrostes.

En  la ciudad extraña, Madrid,

donde todo es posible a veces,

a veces camino al lado de veleros,

como caballos que esperan aguas.

En esas calles no hay ya peatones,  

donde solo ruge el asfalto en verano.

Mientras me derrito en el calor de Julio.

Mientras veo pasar la vida y no miro atrás,

donde da igual todo, porque soy fungible,

entre veleros aparcados esperando navegar.

Entre mis mares de sueños y de pesadillas,

en esa pesadilla que llaman  Madrid,

mientras espero tiempos mejores.

A veces veo barcos por las calles,

caminando para ir a la ópera,

para ir al paraíso del teatro.


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En las calles, de una ciudad sin mar,
a veces, aparecen fantasmales naves,
amarradas a las calles en el asfalto.

Extrañas presencias asombrosas,
esos veleros con sus blancas telas,
barcos y barquitos de mil colores,
en espera de llegar a mejor puerto.

Historia de una ciudad de secano,
con ese Manzanares sin aguas,
con ese río que secaron un día.

Esa ciudad que es Madrid, gris,
entre el polvo y tanta suciedad,
en esas calles donde me paseo,
barcos sobre ruedas aparcados.

Naves que surcaron alguna vez,
aguas de ríos, pantanos y mares.
Mientras sueñan sus propietarios,
con horas felices embarcados,
a lomos de esos armatrostes.

En la ciudad extraña, Madrid,
donde todo es posible a veces,
a veces camino al lado de veleros,
como caballos que esperan aguas.

En esas calles no hay ya peatones,
donde solo ruge el asfalto en verano.
Mientras me derrito en el calor de Julio.
Mientras veo pasar la vida y no miro atrás,
donde da igual todo, porque soy fungible,
entre veleros aparcados esperando navegar.

Entre mis mares de sueños y de pesadillas,
en esa pesadilla que llaman Madrid,
mientras espero tiempos mejores.

A veces veo barcos por las calles,
caminando para ir a la ópera,
para ir al paraíso del teatro.

---
ADENDUM
One Poem, Two Versions


ADENDA

Un mismo poema en dos versiones

Empty Bottles

Messages,
from the heart.
Slowly I go,
and I fade away,
and everything will end for me,
while that heart,
continues tenacious, beating
Sending messages.
Empty bottles,
reaching no one,
they have no destination,
nor an end.
Messages,
impossible,
Broken letters,
in empty bottles,
that will not fill with love,
that longed-for and sought-after heart.

Messages in broken bottles,
from a broken heart,
messages without destination,
love that doesn't arrive,
love of nothing.
Hearts,
that search,
for that message,
that will never arrive.
Poems in sad bottles,
messages that crumble into tears,
hearts trapped in their desires,
that don't know how to reach others,
love encapsulated,
in the void,
of nothingness.
Sad love,
in messages
of my poems,
broken messages.
Shipwrecked of love,
broken messages.

Endless Party

Always the same, too much of a party,
in the end it always ends the same.
Lots of partygoers, and me there alone,
what's the point of going to parties.
Why do they invite me,
too much of a party,
for nothing,
in the end alone,
on the edge,
with a drink.
A ******,
very strange,
at a party.
Patent leather
shoes,
bow tie,
velvet.
So much dressing up,
to be alone,
I feel withdrawn,
a misogynist at the zoo.
I always say, I won't go back,
but in the end, I always do.
Following my footsteps, and again,
I fall, disguised as elegant,
the most chic at the party,
the one everyone looks at,
and no one talks to,
I shun them.
On the edge,
of a drink,
thousands looked at,
and everyone talks,
and you know it doesn't matter.
Disconnected from everyone,
a stranger, inaccessible.
Always well-dressed,
a nice velvet
jacket,
tailored,
tuxedo,
silk
shirts.
A thousand ways,
to go in gala,
to dress elegantly,
to dress up, for nothing,
always the same, misanthrope,
anti-social in a tuxedo, incommunicado,
who dances among everyone and always pretends,
in a foreign fishbowl, a bear out of place, not knowing,
not knowing how to behave and be one of them.
In a transparent bubble,
too shy,
to live.
Unsociable,
in society,
a life disaster.
Without social skills,
on the edge of his drink, he just watches,
from the corner of his eye everyone looks at him,
and no one knows,
what a bear
is doing,
in a fishbowl.
Alone among so many,
loneliness in a crowd,
and at the end of the party alone,
I leave as lonely as I arrived.

I look at you, and look again,
so blind and deaf.
Fatal and dark destiny,
flesh of fatality.
In this blind war,
of all against all,
in the fate of death.
Winds of hell,
weaving death,
among noises,
of the end.


https://soundcloud.com/carlos-863906007/end-of-days

Envy

Always lurking,
those glances,
that ****,
envy.

Observing,
what they will never have,
always looking to suffer.

Searching for what they don't possess,
those empty lives,
that have no life.

Lives without substance,
that don't wish well,
filling everything with thorns.

Admiring all that belongs to others,
without knowing how to enjoy,
what is their own.

---

Explosion

Explosion
The world explodes,
new, frightful times.
Organized collective madness, engineering,
new windows, walking to nowhere.
Reset, restarts, power groups,
everyone is expendable, they say.
A planet,
a world that isn't worth it,
that's too little for a few.
It's the world of insane agendas,
without humanity, headed for total detonation.
Globalizing wars,
they are wars of all against all,
mankind walking toward destruction.
Evil spreads and stains everything,
international evil,
wars.
The Great War,
battle against man.
False lies that fill everything,
evil disguised as good.
Explosion in chains.
Slaves of evil,
final revelation,
human gods,
walking into madness.
Explosion of global evil.


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EXPLOSION

Explosión.
Explota el mundo, 
nuevos tiempos, pavorosos.
Locura colectiva organizada, ingeniería, 
nuevas ventanas, caminando a  ninguna parte.
Reseteo, reinicios, grupos de poder, 
todos sobran, dicen.
Un planeta, 
un mundo que no vale, 
que es poco para unos pocos.
Es el mundo de las agendas de locos, 
sin humanidad, camino al disparadero total.
Globalizando las guerras, 
Son guerras de todos contra todos, 
Caminando  el hombre a la destrucción.
El mal se extiende y mancha todo,
mal internacional,
guerras.
La Gran Guerra, 
batalla contra el  hombre.
Falsas mentiras que llenan todo, 
el mal disfrazado de bondad.
Explosión en cadenas.
Esclavos del mal, 
revelación final,
dioses humanos, 
caminando a la locura.
Explosión de la maldad global.


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17 - VIII - 2025

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Through clouds I travel, through the firmament,
comfortable in my seat,
in the sky.
In the air,
for a few hours,
from one point to another.
While I sleep a while,
and soon in another magical place.
From one world to another,
among suitcases,
and finally,
the destination,
yet another place.
Through turbulence,
across distant borders,
in another world,
to the destination.

July 16, 2025

FEAR OF LIVING


Fear of dying,
you are so afraid,
that you let yourself be deceived.

A world without love,
total greed,
on earth.

Fear of living,
you let yourself be killed,
empty promises,
of injected lives.
Consumed souls,
where no one wins,
destructive
ambition.

They leave
without knowing
they are dying.

Because of the agendas,
those that deceive us,
with empty words,
from a few,
manipulation,
for all.
Agendas
of death,
total misery.

And life slips away,
needlessly,
souls filled with fear,
who buy everything.

Death takes hold,
of the world of shadows.
No one wants to recognize,
that the world is fading,
false truths,
for the end.

To the final abyss,
out of fear,
of living.

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MIEDO A VIVIR


Miedo a morir,

tienes tanto miedo,

que te dejas engañar.

Mundo sin amor,

codicia total,

en la tierra.

Miedo a vivir,

te dejas matar,

vacías promesas,

de vidas inyectadas.

Almas consumidas,

donde nadie gana,

destructora

ambición.

Se van

sin saber,

que mueren.

Por las agendas,

esas que nos engañan,

con palabras vacías,

de unos pocos,

manipulación,

para todos,

Agendas,

de muerte,

miseria total.

Y la vida se va,

sin necesidad,

almas con miedo,

que compran todo.

La muerte se adueña,

del mundo de la tinieblas.

Nadie quiere reconocer,

que el mundo se va,

falsas verdades,

para el final.

Al abismo final,

por miedo,

a vivir.





---

21- VII-2025

Afloat on life's current,
at times, moments of pure delight,
seducing life's embrace.
Loving sometimes, lost in love,
along the winding ways.
Feeling the skin prickle,
being truly me.
Without fear, no dread to take flight,
to speak my heartfelt words.
Building with my love's might,
these gifts for everyone.
Giving the best of my soul,
amidst my inner storms.
Among my moments of pure light,
at times, I can truly float.
Rhythms of my passing days,
lifting my very spirit.
In my own time, being authentically me,
with no desire to lie.
Sometimes cradled within myself,
a singular, sweet dream.
Unbearable at times, I know it well,
yet sometimes, a captivating charm.
There are moments for every single thing,
to strive to be whole.
Moments for soaring,
unbound from the body's hold.
Far from the material, mystical flight,
dreaming of being pure light.
The illusion of one's transcendence,
floating far from my own self.
Moments for miracles to bloom,
to become a little more.
To give love without any price,
to gaze upon the stars.
Moments for deep reverie,
cadences of sweet well-being.
Far from life's harsh reality.
Searching for my truest self,
cherishing this walk along the path.

For Myself:


I want a little peace,
I want to calm myself,
just a little love,
a little bit of light.
Just a little of what's gone,
I want to remember the love I had.
I want to give myself a break,
that intimate moment,
just for me, so secret.
To take care of myself a little.

A poem to comfort me,
to dream from nostalgia.
A poem that consoles me,
caresses to keep me company.
A little while for myself,
I want to pamper myself,
I want to love myself.
I want to stop crying for sorrows,
I want to dream that everything is fine,
I want words to embrace me.
Those tender moments,
to rest my soul.
I want to be so selfish,
that I make this poem,
just for me,
to heal myself,
with my verses.

A small poem for me,
to remember that I must love,
that love that starts with me.
A poem I will never publish,
just another whim for me.
They are pampering to soothe me,
to spoil myself, just for me.
That oasis to console me.
a tender moment of peace.

A secret poem,
a lullaby for me.
From my heart,
to heal wounds.
A tender poem,
from that child of mine.

FREE

Free for a while in the jail,
in life's prison,
between walls and laws.
And life passes us by,
the days go by,
among the days.
Breathing,
the air of life.
That air that frees us,
the air of the freedom to live.
It doesn't matter, free thoughts,
those secrets we carry with us,
far from fear, we make ourselves free.
Without fears, without fear of living, we will be free,
we will let our life fly on its paths,
paths that we choose every day, on life's trail.



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https://soundcloud.com/carlos-863906007/another-view-v-2

FRIENDS

Friends,
let's go,
let's go dance,
let's be.
Let's be happy,
let love bloom,
good vibrations,
let's dance and sing.
Let's make life,
let life be better,
let's emanate that love,
love for happiness.
A better world for everyone.
for everyone, a happy world.
For my friends in the world,
for everyone, beautiful poems,
to plant seeds of happiness.
Let's dance with the melodies of the world,
let's dance with the poems that float,
poems to make the heart sing.
Seeds thrown for my friends.
for everyone, everyone friends,
without wars, with love,
poems to love,
peace in our souls.
Let's all go,
everyone to sing,
to dance everyone,
to croon,
to be happy,
to love.
Friends,
my friends,
for everyone,
for the world,
happiness for all.
Words to dance with,
a voice for happiness,
with love my words,
poems to be sung,
words to hug you with love.
Verses, prose, with soul to give happiness,
friends, walk the path of words,
words to dream that happiness spills over everyone.
Friends,
my friends,
my dear friends,
for you, winds of love,
words so the world can be happy.
Winds of love spilled for everyone,
air of happiness that the wind of love carries you away,
love in drops to be collected by thirsty hearts.
My friends, a little poetry to wish you happiness from the heart,
with all my affection, winds of love and happiness in verses.


https://soundcloud.com/carlos-alberto-856974375/friends

GIFTS

A gift, a detail.
Something for you,
something to give away,
something from me for you,
a little of my little bit.
Beautiful words from my sea,
poems disguised as letters.
A little of my life, of time.
A piece of myself, to give to you.
Gifts with a soul, wrapped in words,
poems for everyone, no need to pay anything.
From the distance of my heart, something of my intimacy,
I know it's a poor gift that has no value,
gifts that cannot be commercialized,
gifts for you strangers.
A little of my life wrapped,
in my seas of days,
to resonate in you,
if you want it,
they're free,
for everyone,
with love,
letters...





REGALOS



Un regalo,un detalle.

Algo para ti, 

algo para regalar,

algo de mí para ti, 

un poco de lo poco de mí.

Bonitas palabras de mi mar, 

poemas disfrazados de letras.

Un poco de mi vida, de tiempo.

Un trozo de mí mismo, para regalarte.

Regalos con alma, envueltos de palabras, 

poemas para todos, sin necesidad de pagar nada.

Desde la lejanía de mi corazón, algo de mi intimidad, 

ya sé que es un pobre regalo que no tiene valor, 

regalos que no se pueden mercantilizar,

regalos para vosotros desconocidos.

Un poco de mi vida envuelta, 

en mis mares de los días, 

para resonar en ti, 

si lo quieres, 

son gratis, 

para todos,

con amor,

letras...

GOLD.

A crazy life,
amidst tinsel,
the gold beating,
squandering life.
Spending the gold,
precious gold,
on nothing.
Time,
that passes,
in life,
a crazy life,
enjoying,
the hours.
Gold, that doesn't return,
the gold of a golden autumn,
on a ship that shipwrecks.
Throwing everything overboard,
doing crazy things,
the party continues.
What does it matter,
life,
doesn't return to us.
life is leaving us.
Burning the gunpowder,
in the final explosions,
everything goes away in fireworks.
Living the moment,
and later, if there's nothing,
what's been spent, let them take away.
Between planes, between trains,
between endless, unending parties,
between what's most delicious, most delightful.
What does it matter to throw away the gold others give,
that gold to be spent on the vice of living.
Let's live the present, there's no future anymore,
amidst agendas, let's squander everything,
squandering all that's been earned.
We will have nothing,
except memories
of parties
of gold,
and happy
air.
Crazy,
life,
to
spend
the future.
Without sorrow,
with joy,
let's dance.
Final
moments
of gold.
Golden
life.

August 5, 2050

HARD HEARTS


Hearts of sugar,
hard hearts,
of hard sugar.
Hardened,
hard souls,
enraged,
who tell themselves,
like syrup,
sweet lies.
They became hard,
deceived hearts,
that see themselves and don't see themselves.
In their own world,
indulgent souls,
unwilling to look,
benevolent,
embittered,
hypocritical,
deceived.
without criticizing themselves.
Without knowing how to see themselves,
self-satisfied,
souls ******* others,
they believe they are made of sugar,
and they are hard walls of sugar.
in their flawed mirrors.
Sweet glances for themselves,
in their distorted reflections,
sharp teeth with others,
double standards,
self-satisfied,
harsh judges
with others.
Hygroscopic hearts,
that **** up what's good,
and tell themselves they are good.




--

28-VII-2025

HOT NIGHT

My skin burns /
it's time to dance /
time to flutter /
time to be happy /
time to fall into your arms /
time to kiss you, unknown lover /
My body is thirsty for you /
just pass over my body /
I have the burning desire
/ today and tomorrow I will make it easy for you /
come into my world, and let's discover /
that we have everything we need /
come and have a good time, travel my skin /
and I will travel your body, on the night of love

I've given you all that I held dear,
My memories, my feelings, my truth laid bare.
Now my words are my testament.
I stripped my soul to gift it to you,
I've wept to wring myself dry,
To extract my essence,
Condensed.
I've shed my skin,
I've forsaken my breath for you,
The one I'll never know, nor wish to.
I've given the best of my being,
I don't want to know what you're like,
So I won't be disillusioned.
I don't want to know anything about others,
I've dreamt of gifting myself,
Of giving myself in waves,
Waves of me.
I know now,
There's nothing to do,
Too human,
To become light,
But I unleafed myself in words.
You can't imagine how I suffered donating myself,
What I've endured, disintegrated, naked,
In those nights of my days for you,
I gave you the best of me,
And you never knew.
It's sad,
So much work,
To be a futility,
But I tried with my heart,
That imperfect heart that thought of you.
For so many hearts that will be thirsty for love,
That love I carry so deeply that I overflowed in verses,
Those words, no matter what they're called,
Were created with such pain,
To whisper my life to you,
And you'll think,
That I was,
Like you.
Just someone,
Someone who once beat,
Who had dreams and nightmares,
And in the end, we are the same,
I am one more, I am like you,
And I felt like you,
I am you, too,
A part of you,
despite,
everything.


----
Soy tú

Te he entregado todo lo valioso que he tenido,

mis recuerdos, mis sentimientos, mi verdad.

ahora mis palabras son mi testamento.

Desvestí mi alma para regalártela,

he llorado para exprimirme,

y sacar mi esencia

condensada.

Me he dejado la piel,

he dejado mi respirar para ti,

ese al que nunca conoceré, ni quiero.

He dado todo lo mejor que tenía de mi ser,

no quiero saber cómo eres

para no desilusionarme.

No quiero saber nada de los demás,

he soñado con regalarme,

en darme en olas,

olas de mí.

Ya sé,

que no hay,

nada que hacer,

demasiado humano,

para convertirme en luz,

pero me deshojé en palabras.

Ni te imaginas lo que sufrí donándome,

lo que he padecido, desintegrado, desnudo

en esas noches de mis días para ti,

te regalé lo mejor de mí,

y nunca lo supiste.

Es triste,

tanto trabajo,

para ser una inutilidad,

pero yo lo intenté con mi corazón,

ese corazón imperfecto que pensaba en ti.

En tantos corazones que estarán sedientos de amor,

ese amor que llevo tan dentro que me desbordé en versos,

esas palabras que da igual como se denominen,

que fueron creados con tanto dolor,

para susurrarte mi vida,

y que pensarás,

que era,

como tú.

Alguien sin más,

alguien que latió alguna vez,

que tuvo sueños y pesadillas,

y que en el fin somos iguales,

soy uno más, soy como tú,

y me sentí como tú,

soy tú también,

parte de ti,

a pesar,

de todo.



-----

14 de Julio de 2025

I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU

I looked at you without realizing it,
I looked at you askance, and it happened.
Instantaneous falling in love.
I approached you intensely,
I devoured you with my whole being,
and I was dazzled, flashes of light,
a direct arrow to the heart, a bullseye.
"I liked you," in love.
And the strange miracle happened,
now I am the slave of love,
you and I, I and you, inseparable.
I am your admirer, I like you,
my heart beating excessively,
passionately boxed in, yes,
and love came to both of us.
I fell into the net of love, without a fuss,
without intending to, you captivated me,
"I liked you," without words.
Sweet heart traps,
in love at first sight,
I know you are what I'm looking for.
I've known you forever,
I've always known you exist,
I've met you in my dreams.
You are the dream that is right beside me,
I have definitely liked you.
In love in the nets of love,
kisses that beat on our skins,
divine love, advancing unstoppable.
Among flashes of light, life is sweeter.
The dreams of love become true.

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In A Corner
Utterly mine, in the deep silence,
in a house of purest white,
On the cusp of a morning,
with my soul utterly serene.
In the garden of the soul,
among the butterflies,
softly fluttering,
gently whispering,
poems,
within me.
For me,
sighs,
tranquil and hushed,
from that weary breath,
that still persists,
whispering poems,
even as I drown,
in this life that is not mine.
While I await my flight,
to soar from my corner to another place.
That distant realm where the soul takes wing,
where peace knows no end,
where living no longer burdens,
where I shall never tire,
where all is beautiful,
on the very wings of God,
in my own place,
so far away.
Meanwhile,
time softly slips by,
and I still gaze out,
from this beautiful corner,
of a soul that has grown weary of living.

EN UN RINCON

Muy mío, en el silencio,

en una casa blanca pura,

Al borde de una mañana,

con mi alma sosegada.

En el jardín del alma,

entre mariposas,

revoloteando,

susurrando,

poemas,

en mí.

Para mí,

suspiros,

tranquilos,

de ese respirar,

cansado, que sigue,

susurrando poemas,

a pesar de ahogarme,

en esa vida que no es mía.

Mientras espero despegar,

y volar de mi rincón a otro lado.

Ese sitio lejano donde el alma vuela,

donde la paz nunca se acaba,

donde ya no cuesta vivir,

donde ya no me canse,

donde todo es bello,

en las alas de Dios,

en mi lugar,

lejano.

Mientras,

pasa el tiempo,

y yo me asomo aún,

en ese rincón tan hermoso,

de un alma que se cansa de vivir.

INSIDE OF US:

A little bit of magic, a little bit of gold,
a little bit of the gold of time,
a little bit of pampering.
A little,
a lot,
for ourselves,
time to pamper.
Time to languish,
time to be within ourselves,
to navigate inside of us.
Time to repeat happy moments,
moments to give ourselves time.
A moment to navigate,
inside of us,
to be happy.
A time,
to be,
happy.


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IN THE TWILIGHT

Submerged in the night, wrapped in dreams,
among the August stars, floating,
while hearts beat.
In the warmth of peacefulness,
among the nectars.
Looking out,
amazed to be alive,
always a different night.
Gliding through life in a heartbeat,
in the magic of twilight, in peacefulness.
Forgetting the day to day, rocked by the suns of the night.
Among words that disintegrate into kisses,
among verses of the soul that accompany,
among hugs of happiness,
in the miracle of blooming,
that love for life.
Caresses of love,
among verses,
for you,
peace,
and love,
in verses,
that whisper,
the best for all.


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EN EL ANOCHECER

Sumergidos en la noche, envueltos en sueños, 
entre las estrellas de agosto, flotando, 
mientras los corazones laten.
En el calor de la placidez, 
entre los néctares.
Asomados, 
asombrados de vivir, 
una noche distinta siempre.
Deslizando la vida en el palpitar, 
en el embrujo del anochecer, en placidez. 
Olvidando el día a día, mecidos por los soles de la noche. 
Entre palabras que se desintegran en besos, 
entre versos del alma que acompañan,
entre abrazos de  la felicidad, 
en el milagro de florecer, 
ese amor a la vida.
Caricias de amor, 
entre versos, 
para ti,
paz, 
y amor,
en versos. 
que susurran,
lo mejor para todos.

16  -VIII- 2025

LEARN:
We know nothing in the end,
every day is a moment to learn.
Life is a line between our points,
let's discover how to live, all of us,
let's share love.
From love,
let's look,
and live,
among everyone,
in the world.
And let's learn,
to know how to discover,
the wonders
of the world,
every day,
in that
love,
that
makes
life,
life.

Let's Have Fun



Let's play, a little bit of fun,
in the dusty, ***** city.
Let's close our eyes for a moment,
let's open our hearts in secret.
Come to the joyful universal party.
Brighten life for a moment,
remember to take out the full tank,
fill your soul with endless joy.
Let's dance with a soaring soul,
let's bring out our secret joyful side.
Let's move every atom of our being,
it's time to set aside all that's bad,
let's bring out our most pleasant side.
Let's all go to our own inner party,
where you don't need much to be,
let's bring out the best of our happiest side,
Let's be that being of light, that shines now,
let's give light to our own life to be happy.


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LO MAS BELLO:

Reflejos de lo más bello,

lo más hermoso, incontenible,

espejos de todo lo que hay fuera.

Recogiendo la esencia,

entregando gotas de lo más bello.

Tamizados por el alma, miradas al más allá.

Tomando lo mejor,

observando,

bailando entre ondas,

caminando,

embriagado por todo.

Amado por la vida,

mirando el florecer de todo,

mimado por la vida,

sensibles a la belleza.

Creando reflejos,

reflejos de lo más bello.



THE MOST BEAUTIFUL:

Reflections of what is most beautiful,
the loveliest, uncontainable,
mirrors of everything outside.
Gathering the essence,
handing over drops of the most beautiful.
Filtered by the soul, with eyes on the beyond.
Taking in the best,
observing,
dancing among the waves,
walking,
intoxicated by it all.
Loved by life,
watching everything blossom,
spoiled by life,
sensitive to beauty.
Creating reflections,
reflections of what is most beautiful.

No matter how,
rescuing something important,
only the heart that flutters when it's moved.
Of the sublime,
shadows of the light you can't touch,
that which is both in and outside of life,
going out to gather beauty for us,
for you, moments that are a reflection of what is most beautiful.
Reflections of what is most beautiful,
the loveliest, uncontainable,
mirrors of everything outside.
Gathering the essence,
handing over drops of the most beautiful.
Filtered by the soul, with eyes on the beyond.
No matter how,
rescuing something important,
only the heart that flutters when it's moved.
Of the sublime,
shadows of the light you can't touch,
that which is both in and outside of life,
going out to gather beauty for us,
for you, moments that are a reflection of what is most beautiful.



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LOVE IN LETTERS

It's hard to live without love,
but sometimes there are miracles.
Feel the cloud of my love,
that sweet and vaporous love.
Let me whisper love to you,
let it be very heavy,
and fill you with my sweet love.
Open your soul and feel me,
between the lines, I will be there,
you and I, and my cloud of love.
A cloying love for you,
love shared in letters.
Poems that melt away,
words to make you fall in love.
That breeze that will fill everything,
hearts that find each other.
Connecting souls, in the air,
in the little heaven of love,
Poems to imagine clouds,
in the sky of love, words,
created and thought to love you.
Discover my secret passion,
you and I alone, always together.
Traveling through verses in love,
in overflowing torrents of love,
between you and me, the secret of love.
In letters, in wrapped whispers,
that love always at hand,
in the moon of love and stars.
Poems to create the magic,
in the fantasy of softness,
Let yourself float in sweet love,
in the softness of feathers,
feathers of love that fly.
Spread your wings and rise to love,
between words and suns, love.
Love in spilled drops,
in my letters for you, my love,
my still unknown love.


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AMOR EN LETRAS

Es duro sin vivir sin el amor,
pero a veces hay milagros.
Siente la nube de mi amor,
ese dulce y vaporoso amor.
Deja que te susurre amor,
deja que sea muy pesado,
y te llené de mi dulce amor.
Abre tu alma y siénteme,
entre líneas ahi voy a estar,
tú y yo, y mi nube de amor.
Amor empalagoso para ti,
amor compartido en letras.
Poemas que se deshacen,
palabras para enamorarte.
Esa brisa que lo llenará todo,
corazones que se encuentran.
Conectando alma, en el aire,
en el pequeño cielo del amor,
Poemas para imaginar nubes,
en el cielo del amor, palabras,
creadas pensadas para amarte.
Descubre mi pasión secreta,
tú y yo solos, siempre juntos.
Recorriendo versos enamorados,
en torrentes derramados de amor,
entre tú y yo, el secreto del amor.
En letras, en susurros envueltos,
ese amor que siempre a mano,
en  la luna del amor y estrellas.
Poemas para crear  la magia,
en la fantasía de la suavidad,
Déjate flotar en el dulce amor,
en la suavidad de las plumas,
plumas del amor que vuelan.
Saca tus alas  y sube al amor,
entre palabras y soles, amor.
Amor en gotas derramadas,
en mis letras para ti, mi amor,
mi amor desconocido aún.


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https://youtu.be/g5bvjUrVObk?si=S9eTAA4FYm9L6UX2

Smokey Robinson - Just To See Her

LUX


Lux.
Light,
lights,
measures,
illuminating,
measures of light.
Light as a luxury,
discovering the rays,
warm flows and cold flows,
corseting the light's rays,
measuring everything to infinity.

Poems of light that cannot be measured,
in the eyes, the light that unveils us,
new visions in natural light, or not.
In the sky's rays that cannot be grasped,
in solar storms, a volcano of light,
in the luxury of measuring the light that surrounds us.
Poems of light and darkness within you,
slipping lumens into your night,
sources of light in our lives,
it is the luxury of light,
that illuminates us,
in poems
sometimes.

Lights
of
art.
Lux,
luxuries,
lumen,
luminous,
­those lights,
flows of light,
that make us shine.
Perceived
radiation,
in life,
natural
or not,
just
light.
--
3-VIII-2025


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LUX


Lux.

Luz,

luces,

medidas,

iluminando,

medidas de luz.

La luz como un lujo,

descubriendo los rayos,

Flujos cálidos y flujos fríos,

encorsetando los rayos de luz,

midiendo todo hasta el infinito.



Poemas de luz que no se miden,

en los ojos, la luz que nos desvela,  

nuevas miradas en la luz natural o no.

En los rayos de cielo que no se abarcan,

en las tormentas solares, un volcán de luz,

en el lujo de medir la luz que nos rodea.

Poemas de luz y de tinieblas en ti,

deslizando lúmenes en tu noche,

fuentes de luz en las vidas,

es el lujo de la luz,

que nos ilumina,

en poemas

a veces.



Luces

de

arte.

Lux,

lujos,

lumen,

luminoso,

esas luces,

flujos de luz,

que nos lucen.

Percibida

radiación,

en la vida,

naturales

o no,

solo

luz.

METALANGUAGE

Allow me to pass by your side,
and I will tell you some truths,
truths you won't hear,
Ears closed,
brain censored,
a world of lies.

It's you and me in the world,
that world of cruel newspeak,
where they are offended by hearing the truths.
Where you listen to what's programmed,
the metalanguage of the fake,
that which sounds good.

Where they tell you,
many beautiful things,
the opposite of the truth.
If they say it's for your own good,
they're telling you it's for their own good,
a lot of empty words,
look at what the preachers do,
and you'll see that everything has stopped adding up.

If they **** you, they'll say it's for your own good,
that the planet is sinking because you're alive.
A world where darkness engulfs us,
where everything is eugenics, it's the right to die,
rights go down the stairs.
And you will be poorer and poorer,
don't listen, better close your eyes,
and then it will be too late
for you to live.

Lies,
everything is a lie,
they don't want you to think,
everything is bizarre, everything is a game,
a game of agendas to **** you.
In the name of freedom, they enslave you,
in the name of security, they will tie you up,
deaf, blind, programmed.

For everyone,
hollow brains,
don't complain,
if they **** you,
without you knowing it,
There is no one blinder,
more blind than one who doesn't know it,
in the name of science they will **** you,
agendas that are ***** games for everyone,
there is no one deafer than one who doesn't want to hear,
and there is no worse sick person than one who poisons themselves.

But you close your eyes and continue with your business,
because soon it's your final hour,
and you won't do anything,
inevitable.

Advance your clock,
it's time for the agendas,
that say one thing and do another.
And everything is nothing more than an endless lie,
in that world of the Great War of evil against everything.

In the name of what is correct, we won't go to hell,
a world where no one believes in anything,
bad times to be saved,
may God find us confessed.

Revealed times,
everything is discovered,
at the end of everything.

5-8-2025
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oJAPDbeLVNw&list=OLAK5uy_k0VCb9lS3eUMu0zUufucnX6iQ75eD9euI&index=6
Les Chevaliers Du Declin · Veronique Riviere

MOMENT

A moment, a pile of moments,
a time to take a pause.
In an afternoon overwhelmed by resources,
pending resources, appeals,
the cassations, defense briefs,
so much work piled on the table.
A moment to stop life,
to take a breath of air,
a moment to breathe and live.
While the work piles up,
a moment to stop life.
A moment for a break,
among the lives hanging over us,
in those September jobs.

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Moments of Gold


In the heat of summer, warm skin.
In the cold of winter, among skins.
In the twilight of everyone's days,
day by day, floating in the gold of living.
In the spring of each day, walking,
among galaxies, among the air of the days.
In the autumn, among the leaves that fly,
between the cold and the heat, unwrapped,
opening the days to discover treasures.
Uncovering the gold that is in everything,
in every season everything vibrates for us,
golden moments to discover.
That time that engulfs and devours us,
those days with moments to discover.
Navigating the gold of being alive,
in the gold of knowing how to discover treasures,
in the chest of each day, pure gold.
In every season, everything to enjoy,
transmuting the days into richness,
the richness of turning everything into gold.
Golden days, precious moments,
in the magic of knowing how to look,
looking beyond the surfaces.
Beyond the limits, flying over,
climbing in the knowledge of living.
Transforming life into liquid gold.
Reconverting everything into treasures,



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26 - VIII - 2025