somehow i became a foreigner
amongst excess of imagination
and creation.


i like old things
like sunlight
ducks
mother and sadness.

bread.

lakes, lagoon, fog.

bones

warm skin
dreaming at afternoon.

somehow they return the fullness
not above or below
but vibrating in the current of things,
spirit sailing in the melancholy mist.


everything still in its right place
still, somehow
even though we're desarraigo

but no one really had a home

and home wasn't even us.
we breathed.

soft breaths rise from two shore birds
up into a wild land
and fall back into bed

it never became anything more.

Tengo tu nombre tatuado
en mis ojeras
y 23 razones para despedirte.

Los años me enseñaron
a desatarme y soltar
todo aquello que me falla.

Adiós y hasta nunca,
amor trivial.
Mi felicidad ya no depende
de la lucha antagónica
entre un corazón de cristal
y una mente ilusa
que confiaba en lo inverosímil
que podía ser el amor.

Ahora soy libre de todas
las ataduras banales
que profanaban mi paz.
Mi cuerpo me pide
la felicidad de todo placer
sin ataduras mezquinas.

Me desarraigo de toda idea
de amor eterno
y promesas superficiales.