In the vacuum of that kiss,
Those hugs
At all the terminals
Of farewells.

In that void
What you be to me,
Lost in traducción,
Is transformed
In adiós.

Our bond
Of foods
And looks.
Smiles and rubs.
Is gone.

You're not in my day,
I don't wait for you on Sundays
I don't think of you
Dancing
At the rink,
At the club,
In my arms.

Entre emociones
Divididas
No te hagas responsable
De las mías,
Demasiada empatía
Es peligrosa.

The gods and the universe
Took a three year giant **** on me
And that's not my kink
The excuse of my emotions
The reality of someone else in your bed
A deja boo
My prayers were answered
With a mock
Leaving me soft
Vulnerable
Eventually numb
The moon is my enemy
The dream was a nightmare.

Sometimes I look at you,
And love runs through my veins.
A love that that brings energy
For my brain,
My muscles,
My spirit.
Sometimes I look at you,
And I don't understand,
What you're doing here,
With me,
Why you love me
So broken
Beyond repair.
Sometimes I look at you,
And I want to drag you
To this hole I'm living in,
Perhaps that way
I won't be so lonely
Perhaps that way
You'll feel what I feel
And discover
You'll be better off somewhere else.

Un gato tuerto que mira
Desde una pandereta,
Desdén en su rostro.
A un lado camina un perro
Policial,
Un hombre policial también.
Tuerto el gato
No distingue profundidad,
No hay diferencia entre el perro
Y el hombre que camina,
Insolente,
Indolente,
Por un barrio que no es suyo
Ningún barrio le pertenece
Si defiende
A los ricos.
Y esos ricos
No lo quieren cerca suyo,
Preocupado de su vida arreglada,
Acomodada y maldita,
Malditos siempre.
En la pandereta
Mira el gato
Con un ojo,
Bajo él, los rayados
Nos recuerdan que como este gato
Hay muchos
Muchas,
Para el resto
Tener dos ojos
Es un privilegio.
Para los perros
Policiales,
El privilegio es no tener corazón.

Muffled sounds of laughter
At a clandestine gathering
Fourteen floors down the hill
The music stopped so the cops don't show up
They are seldom invited
That's why they are so bitter
Against people who are having fun
Yet the laughter continues
Old jokes are chanted like ancient anthems
Laughter is old and new

Rhythm is a song in itself
It's a word with music as you say it
Rhythm has the sound
And the tone
And the rhythm
Of music
In a word

Grow up
Short version
Lives not a game
Adventures are treasurous
I need a vaccine

Long version
Why?
Maybe a little of
So?
And the traditional
I don't really care.

A tiny breeze
Cleans the stagnant air
Around my bedroom.
I thank the gods
Nobody comes closer to me,
So they cannot smell
The stench of *****,
Unwashed masses of hair.
A breeze that brings
The smell of tear gas,
I sense the protesters
Didn’t want to leave.
Now the smell
Of live death
Fades away
Mixed with scents
Of freedom and dignity.
I wish I was there
I used to be clean,
I used to move around,
When routines kept me going
Instead of being petrified
By the following day;
I used to be useful
Or so I’ve heard.

Why am I rooted to this place?
Invisible strings
Don’t let me get up
Until I *******,
Just a tiny amount of dopamine
To escape from bed,
From death.
I make plans
Everyday
To avoid being stuck.
Yet my mind
Holds the reigns
So I will not
Get out of bed
Ever again.

How can I sleep?
When there’s a railroad
Inside my window
Near my amygdala,
When music plays
On television.
How can I sleep?
When she keeps saying
She misses me,
Yet I don’t know
What this means.
How can I sleep?
If there are blue screens
Denying
Melatonin,
In the morning it kicks in.
How can I sleep?
If the song
Has not ended
Nor will it stop
In the near future
Since I paid
For no commercial breaks.

When the wind blows
Through the drapes,
Half open.
A breeze
Comes from somewhere
To play with the smoke.
On the table
There is incense
Going up in essence.
The radio keeps talking,
And screaming
At me,
Laughing
With me?
My imaginary friends
Would call me paranoid
If I had any.

I was born in Summer
Almost at the end of it,
I have forgotten the warmth
Of the Sun.
Autumn has been my life,
Most of it
With fallen leaves
Clogging the sewers,
Flooding
The streets of my story.
I’m in Winter now,
Ice and snow
Cover the doorway,
I  would say this may be the reason
Nobody visits,
Yet it is impossible for me to go out either,
It seems.
I wish I could see Spring,
I have heard marvelous things of it.
I imagine what it is like
To enjoy a cold breeze
While the Sun is warm.

Your silence
Drives me crazy,
Yet everything drives me crazy,
You are just one
Of everyday things.
Like the song that is in my head
Since this morning,
Over and over
Again.
I hate it, I hate you.
Your silence deafening my ideas
Making despair seem real.
I’ve learned to live with madness
In and out,
Love and hate,
Cats and dogs.
Madness of silence,
It doesn’t let me sleep;
The loud noise
Of my mind
Burning in flames of oblivion,
Indifference.
If you go quiet, I can’t hear myself
I don’t perceive,
Nor do I breathe,
I only hope hopelessly
For the silence
Of your voice
To end.

With ink and skin
We write thank you notes.
We are thankful
And blessed.
We are destroyed
And built again
At the end of a long flight
While our flags look remarkably similar.
Same colors;
Stars that start
To fade away.
Like the scent
On my lips
Of your neck.
Absence makes the heart grow bitter,
Fonder of hatefulness
Scared by the scars of our love.
Machines translate our emotions,
Into data
Yet life goes on
As it should
Not for me though
Thank you
Spelled backwards is goodbye.

The first one was when I was six,
She was four.
We used to hide
Behind cars and kiss,
We just opened our mouths
Pressed them together.
We were the youngest of brothers
Sisters.
We tried to copy the elders
By being a couple.
Alone in a room
We kissed,
I took off my shirt,
Didn’t know what else to do.
We were so young,
Adults laughed at our behavior.

A videogame told me to be a dictator,
A great warrior.
Reality wanted me to be a great thinker,
A doer,
Someone who's not afraid
Of the shadows of a lamp.
Mother told me to clean my room
And get a woman
Who's nice,
Like her
Towards her.
Father told me nothing
As I waited for my brother;
When he hated all,
Dad saw me
Too late.
The tv told me many things
And here I was,
Like the beans of all flavors,
Said Harry.
Compared to his life
Mine is a trip.

A Day in paradise
And I can no longer write
Meaningful sentences,
It's like I need some suffering,
Some cold weather,
Being surrounded
By dead-eyed people
To express,
To write
Emotions and ****.
If everyone is happy
Poetry disappears.
Silly humans,
Said an alien
Trying to understand
Why wars,
Why pain,
Why Poe or Shelley
Or Buk.
Why?
If they could just live
In the middle of the planet
And be happy.

I find myself
A shell of a man
She sells sea shells
Didn't want to be for sale
The shell turns slowly
To sand.
In a distant beach
I saw the silhouette
Of two lovers,
Their feet naked
On the sand
That was shell
Of a man.
I find myself caring
For seconds
On real things,
Not hours
Not forever
Not even sand.

Traffic flows like a river,
At night.
A river broken by the snoring
And some lose words.
She didn't want to eat,
She'd rather snore,
Expelling the demons
Of a long week at work.
We need a priest,
Maybe a shaman,
I think I'm a witch doctor,
But I don't mess with someone who's sleeping
So sound
With such noise,
Snore.

Dogs barking
in the street, I see faces
Biting the silence.

There's a rock
Sitting quietly in the ocean
Which I envy

I live in a world of vapors,
Nothing is tangible,
No thing can be grasped.
I grabbed you and you me,
Hand in hand we went together through the steam,
The air,
The gas that is this world.
We let go and couldn't find each other again,
Our bodies could,
But in the world of vapors that wasn't enough,
I was your liebe,
Someone else is now.
You refused to live in this intangible world,
I couldn't follow you to the world of money,
Credit cards,
Trips in my car,
I don't have a car.
I remain alone in this unclear world,
Trying to kidnap someone,
Destined to always be
Nothing more than a ghost.

Red,
And you move around
Your bedroom
Naked.
Red,
Down between your legs
On your head
In my mouth.
Red,
And I get a taste of you
Breathing in your breathing out.
Red,
And we touch
I lick
Every part
Not covered in clothes,
We're naked.
Red,
And morning comes
The room gets heated
Is it the sun?
Is it the fire in your hair?
Between your legs?
Red.

I met a woman through the air,
She listened,
So did I.
She looked at me
Between three bottles of wine,
We smoked cigarettes,
We sat on stairs,
In squares,
And talked to the people that passed by.
She bit me
When she was smelling my neck.
We walked through the city
Hand in hand,
Fingers intertwined,
Talking about dead parents,
Live ones,
She wanted to believe what I said
And she did,
So we kissed
Passionately,
Our souls wept as our tongues met.
I left her when the night was ending
I don't know if the songs I heard were real.

There's a rock
In the ocean
Which I envy,
It's like a tombstone.
A rock that's not always covered
By the Pacific ocean,
It plays with the motion
Of the waves,
Holding its breath
When the water comes,
Like a child going through a tunnel.
Life grows on the rock,
Kelp that help
Holding to the smallest cracks,
Like a bumblebee
Trapped in a web
Heating up in the sun.

There are some hotdog shaped dogs,
They're weird,
Seem made up.
Nasty little creatures,
Vicious,
Rotten.
Ironic in a way,
Probably can't even **** without help,
But they're fast,
They have strong personalities.
I've never met a hotdog
Dog
Who is not creepy,
Their humans are weird too.

Some people live their lives in a slumber,
Eyes fixated on the shows
That show
People living fake lives,
Killing zombies,
Being criminals,
Scottish time travelers
For Christ's sake.

Some eyes look at reality,
Real people
Being fake,
Acting like they wish they were,
But they aren't.

Some people
Don't look at anything,
They have lost their ability
To be amazed
By the tricks of a magician,
Tired of being mesmerized.

I tend to like myself
When beer
And *****
Race through my body,
I can spend more time
With my thoughts,
If I'm cheered by the spirits
Of old yiest
Of old potatoes,
Fermented
Fragmented
A granade,
Two are brought,
In a very happy hour
It's time to be happy.
I'm fond of old me
When I'm happy,
I tend to be more honest
With myself
And with others,
That's why I only lonely drink
Alone.

I'm still uncertain when I have to help others.
My mind tells me secret things
About them.
Sometimes I escape people,
I look away,
Like the Germans did
Towards the campus,
A university
Of injustice.
They thought they were smarter
Than Einstein.

Sometimes children
Acting out,
Teenagers being stood up,
A friend supporting another.
I have an imaginary friend,
He tells me those secrets,
And some wicked ones,
He makes me thirsty,
He makes my brain dry.
The teen doesn't know it yet,
He'll never be more than just a friend.

The walls keep making that sound,
As if something is trying to escape,
It's a dove
That flies down,
Circling this building.
It's majestic,
With ***** wings
Perfect flying,
Down the other
Buildings,
Smaller are my dreams
Equally *****
Majestic.
It disappears
Behind the bushes
Flapping as it comes near the roof
Past a tree in the middle of a courtyard,
I cannot see.
I won't see until I'm a dove myself,
A ***** city dove
Looking for a home
Between the roof and the ceiling,
Behind a tree,
Among the dirt.

I see fingers of rock
Coming up the earth.
It's a giant
Being expelled
By the construction of the subway.

Parrots parrot
Above my head.

Behind the *******
Of a statue,
Some creepy fellas
Sell creep,
Others ask for snow white,
I see a family eating ice cream
Without a clue as to the dealings
Of the dealers.
A happy old man,
And only girls
Competing for their father's love.

In a box-shaped cave
Smelling farts,
Asking the neighbors to keep them down.

I killed a bee today,
It reminded me of a classmate
Lost years ago.
I saw him leave with a smile,
A car ate his chest.
As mine
Killed a bee.
That's the problem with motorcycles
On the road;
In a car
Nobody notices,
Dragonflies,
Fireflies,
Regular flies,
Some misfortune cats
Tired of having so many lives.
I wiped a bee off my jacket,
Like I change the channel.

A knock on my door
Tells me I'm not dead,
I've been hours laying on this couch
Watching the curtain going back and forth,
I thought I was dead,
Unconscious,
Waiting.
I get up as quickly as I can towards the door,
It takes me a minute
To travel the infinite space
That separates me from it,
From you.
One minute or one week,
I've been dead for so long
That time in itself is not.
I open the door and it's you,
Of course,
With your killer smile,
Your intelligent look.
And you come in without saying a word,
Without taking your eyes from mine.
You sit in that couch
Where I was dead
A minute ago,
An hour, a month.
I sit next to you,
Nervous,
Only you have that power
Over my nerves.
You talk to me,
You tell me your story,
I can't stop looking at those eyes,
I listen, wanting to kiss you,
And I do, but you don't respond to my kiss,
You act annoyed?
Amused?
Mysterious.
You keep talking
As if that kiss had never happened,
I look at you, I think I've died again,
I'm more nervous than before,
I want you gone,
But I'll follow you anywhere.
You talk about the men who love you,
A bunch of nervous fellas,
They worship you,
So do I.
You keep talking,
I can see in your eyes that you want me,
I don't trust those eyes,
I don't trust myself when you're around.
I come near and whisper two words in your ear,
Get out.

The engine of the world
Runs on gasoline,
Biological creatures
Live and die to fuel the endless spinning.
Speaking has made us forget how to communicate,
The way cats do,
But words tend to linger
And I hate,
I escape emotional contact,
In an effort to love
Anyone.
Pointless it seems,
A bit contradictory as well,
Since no one can communicate
Effectively,
So we get lost in the translation
From ideas to words.
These words transmit a disease of misinterpretation
Lucky people those who escape my unhealthy affection.
While the world keeps spinning
Like a ship caught in a maelstrom.

As we fight against time,
Only your scent survives.
I half remember your smile,
Some ideas too,
The shape of your *******,
The size of your *******,
Some of the marks on your naked skin.
The smell of your armpit appears in my memory,
Your mouth after countless cigarettes,
Some tobacco,
Some cannabis.
The scent of your perfume
Mixed with salty sweat.
That musk around your belly button
And the smell of waking up with sour kisses,
To much ***** the night before.
I can't remember your eyes,
I had to leave.

You don't feel real being with me,
Without me,
In the distance,
Of a kiss.
We don't want future,
But the present
Of you
And I
Tastes good,
As it should taste,
You know?
What do I know anyway,
But you're real,
As much as I am.
Only lonely I imagine
A future,
That's not real,
Between expressions,
And the present
Disappears between meaningless words,
It fades away when I try to reach it,
It drains through my soul,
Between the grooves of my brain
Leaving me empty handed,
Struggling with the balance of having you,
Now,
For ever,
Never.
We get lost,
Between kisses and fears,
Unfinished plans,
Unkept promises,
Predictions and intentions
Only future expressions.

A blue eyed woman stabbed me with her eyes,
She was asking for some help,
A ring was stuck in her finger.
Many volunteered to assist,
Many failed.
I avoided those knives
Eyes,
I didn't want to get stabbed again,
Until I got lost in the blue.
I can't stop looking at the ocean
On a clear day.
So I offered assistance
To remove the band
From her hand
And replace it with another one,
But she laughed
And left.
Stabbed again,
Bleeding out,
I will never learn,
If only I was color blind.

Your eyes tell me to kiss you,
So I come to you and say kiss me
You don't say yes,
But you don't say no
And I get lost in the body language.
I thought I knew how to read it,
But the wine says otherwise,
So I say kiss me again,
Yet you tell me you're not ready,
For I haven't said you're beautiful enough,
I don't say another phrase,
Nor do I try a different approach,
I remain true to what I read from you
Towards me,
I might be wrong,
It wouldn't be the first time,
I daresay neither the last.

I cross the same bridge everyday,
There are always the same people,
With their different purposes,
Or is it the same?

Today I saw God begging for a coin,
On the bridge.
Nobody looked at him,
I guess they were mad,
So was I.

I came to God and slapped his face,
He understood and didn't fight back,
I hit him for everything,
Like an ant that escapes from the farm,
After several minutes I remembered that I don't believe in God,
Not this guy with a beard anyway,
So I stopped and continued my way.

I returned for a last punch in the face,
Just in case.
This reminded me of my first fight with Tyler.

As I light up
This last blonde cigarette,
I think of music,
Of boats sailing through smoke,
Smog.
Stars that fall in the ocean,
Cosmonauts drifting through space,
Their ship destroyed
Like a mother who has given birth.
Memories of photographs.
I think of her
As usual.

We are fleas that live in the ***,
We think we own the dog.
We fight fleas that live in the head,
We bomb fleas that seem different
Only to us,
For the dog we are all a nuisance.
Fleas that create songs
And flags
To celebrate their portion,
Living in the *** seems better,
Some prefer the ears,
I choose to roam.
I dream with other dogs
Maybe cats.
We are fleas
That destroy their dog host.
Perhaps this dog needs a bath.

I'm stuck in an elevator
Between floors
I can't remember if it was going down,
Up,
Maybe sideways,
I guess it doesn't matter anymore.
I'm stuck in this lift,
Alone,
I've always been alone.
Ten years ago I thought I was,
You convinced me otherwise
Now you're gone,
Moving up,
Or down,
With somebody else.
And I'm stuck,
Between floors,
With myself.
You told me in the end I was terrible company,
Now I know,
It's true.
I don't know that person
Looking back at me
In that mirror
In a lift,
That is stuck
Between floors,
Maybe 9 and 10,
Both are my lucky numbers,
Not anymore.
I've been trapped in this cabin
For hours
Perhaps days,
I'm not sure
You took my watch.

There is a house,
Inside there is a man,
This man is dead,
He is death.
He awaits for his call
To come out
And visit us all,
Sometimes he does not wait
When we make the tragedy of living short
And we cheat Mr dead
By doing his job for him.
We visit his house,
Tired of love,
Sick of it all.
He doesn't mind,
It's good to receive visitors from time to time

I fell for a fairy,
She was flower
Daughter of the sun.
I worship the moon,
I live among fungi.
A fairy that was fire
I am a rat,
Soaked by the moon's tears.
I don't know why,
But she kissed me,
I dreamt of being a creature like she was,
I dreamt of living in the sun
Among the flowers of her back,
Her wings,
I dreamt.
She didn't like my sadness,
My insecurity,
The spores growing on my skin.

I am a lunatic,
I worship the moon from time to time.
I dream and ask dumb things
like love.
She asked me to shave off my beard as an offering for her,
For the moon is my goddess
I do as she commands.
I do not look handsome without a beard,
My nose looks too big for my clean face.
I won't find love with a nose like this.
The moon was playing tricks on me,
She only listens to wolves.

Talking to myself
Because there's nobody else here,
I discover my soul is shredded
By the indifference of living,
Or dying,
It's all the same
Now,
Yesterday,
On Thursday.
I want all you can give,
I want nothing at all,
It's all the same.
Shadows dance over my soul,
Laughing,
At me?
With me?
I can never tell.

I've been some time without a woman,
Now I'm not sure how long,
But I sure would miss it
Even if it was one day.
I don't believe we're made to withstand
Being lonely,
Not even for a day,
At least we have internet
And old mister purple can rest.
I remember the last time I hated all humans.
I think I've grown wiser now,
Though nothing really changes anyway,
I'm still a fool.
And women,
So delicious,
Vicious,
I would be gay if men were difficult like that.

Just a taste of love
Can make you a ******,
That's how they get you.

We are slaves of *******,
We give it
And receive it
With both hands.
******* has become part of us,
We can't tell the difference
Anymore.
I give it to you,
You send it back my way,
We build cathedrals to honor it,
We follow leaders standing on top of it.
******* gives us humans a sense of superiority,
We buy it from markets
And eat it as our daily bread.
Love is pure,
Until I meet someone else,
It's all *******.