pretty sharp! (soooooooooo) accurate

hurts to reread

acting stupid 

being obscene

mean to me

break and disengage

the chasing bitch

on the making

el ser:

loo loo loo

ser

should reconsider

the fuck I'm doing

¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?

gotta reconcile

~time to ponder~

whether I'm dead

or alive

whether I'm

being me

or simply being

mean to me

No hay Buda...

 sin Pest

~

Si me dejaras degradarte...

 ¡ay si dejaras que te degradara!

~

white elegant fragrance

who could have ever guessed

that the flower

whose reminiscing scent

taught me death

- for so long -

Amid palm trees and humid salty air

would later in time

teach me tenderness

And show me love

reframing all those elements

It confused me

you picking so many things apart

And the aroma you gave off

dazzling and numbing my senses

that perfume made me dizzy

from intoxication

Just to instruct me lust

And to blind me with dignity

took me a while to restore

from the madness of wholeness

but you've shield me

coming unannounced 

And I don't see myself worthy

of your time 

of your words 

So I will always feel in debt 

Since you're healing and a blessing

that keeps me zooming out

~

I'll forever be thankful

goodbye

so I said months ago

letting go

a cloud of smoke to cover the thoughts

as I disappear with all that fume

- an escapist of the self -

I've cherished you

As a part of me

Does that matter now? 

When I can't stop letting down

And dragging it all to the ground

~

Names echo on the walls of my head

Like recordings from an old radio tape 

leisure

En horizontal

Tenue 

Y hacia atrás

Decepción

Miedo

Y legañas

Vuelco en mí 

Todo el arsenal

De patrañas

Cobijo de deseos

Arrepentimientos

Y otras cosas extrañas

Regocijo de mentiras

Sueños a medio cumplir

Y desesperanzas varias

¿Qué más hace falta? 

Me cubre el calor

Me envuelvo con nada

Me abrigo

Me arropo 

Me dedico

Me desojo

Me busco las mañas 

Para mi alboroto

Siendo siempre (un poco) loco

~

No sé dónde estas

Pero no estamos tan lejos

did I just

burst the bubble

and clash

to realise

that was all

?

might be

my bad

that I can't 

shut up

~

enough

life's to long

too long

and I don't want that

anymore

cause I've had

it all

and I confess 

all of my flaws

so when tomorrow 

meets my face

to face the day

I'll be longing

once again

to turn it off

to disconnect

reset my soul

and sort it out

~

entre triste y preocupada 

que las dudas la asaltaban

pero no lo hacían al tiempo

cuando el tiempo se paraba

L

~ust

~ove

~ight

~ife

(~emme be minimalist

when thinking of whom

showed me those)

me ves? o no lo ves?

Hay una cosa quiquiricosa

Que no se mete en el agua

Y que no se moja

Me rompe en mi pesar

Cuando rebosa

La cosa tan fantasiosa,

Que si bien no la merezco,

Me pone siempre nerviosa

Me tumbo y me empano

Teniendo bien claro

Que me rebasa

Que ya no puedo

Es una empresa imposible

Así que sopesa 

Causan daño irreversible

Estas lentejas

Revisa quién morderá el anzuelo.

Rebusca, que quererlo sí lo quiero

Aunque sea peor que un duelo

~

I've said it all

and more:

tengo que estar en el suelo

entre las ramas del roble,

a su vez entre las viñas,

y viendo bien cerca el romero

estar apalominao

de cuerpo entero

cerrar los ojos

e imaginar

quiero sentarme en el suelo

deseo retorcerme y gritar

quiero callarme la boca

cerrar el pico

                         graznar

es retozar en el barro

                            es no parar

al cantar desafinando

y soñar con despertar

el quejigo estaba harto

como harto está el jilguero

que ha abandonado su nido

pues anda mosca

y se engallita

el muy

la luna brilla

y cuando cae el sol

el tractor reluce 

entre el polvo y

su luz

pero las sombras

chinescas

son símbolos 

son yesca

se consume

se desgasta

(dilo)

más fuerte

(parece)

más fresca 

dime

¿dónde?

dime dónde

¿dónde estoy?

right beside

and more ~

the house of ?

mid-march to august 2021

revisiting old times

me llegó por sorpresa

besándome en aquella callejuela

y me convertió en su presa

..yo que lo sentí sin cautela

¡creí que me quería hacer abuela!

fue un amor de canela:

todo entorno a él brillaba;

era aquel calor de la cera

que no calentaba

~

Si es que fue visto y no visto..

pffff ¡menudo pisto!ppppp

jugabas con la ventaja de los veinticinco

y eso que ya pasó tiempo

desde que me topé contigo en aquella disco

Desde la distancia que me ofrece

no verme patito feo

ahora que soy otro persono más listo

veo que no eres distintoppppp

de un animal de circo

feb 2th 2021

Haiku a 3

¿fueron despiste

tres meses enjaulada

o qué?

la quietud de entonces cesó,

pero el eco de vuestra voz

aún se mantiene

~

it was with you both
that I finally bid farewell
to my special spot

it was through you
that I redefined
tenderness

forgive me, both of you
for I couldn't properly express
what I still feel
about you and your lovely place

in my head (and in my heart)
high on coffee and on tea

Thanks 

(but never on drugs)

in every sip
be it distant or afar
I carry you with me
so we're never apart

it's an ego trip
- a pistol grip -
that reminds me of
my latest dreams

embrace longing, acknowledge gap

As we hold our breath,

gravity anchors and stretches

our weighed down

horizontal body.

Well, we hold our breath

and candles seem to help,

as the water drains,

but to notice silence is strange

when noise has left one bare.

Sometimes wary of this peace,

part of us laughs nervously,

fearing that behind all that

a storm awaits to break the calm.

There’s also part that exhales,

closes its eyes and lets go –

to the gentle heft of time,

to the sea, at ease or rough.

Is that stillness what we desire

or have we learnt to love chaos,

the quick heartbeat and fire?

Rest our hands in yours

and hold us tight to the ground.

~

you can't really help a feeling, can you?

Putting it all uʍop ǝpı̣sdn
⌠ January‿to‿December ⌡
was a moment to remember,

for some things
are just meant to be
(just like 2023
was bound to occur
for you and me)

[some doses of insulin later...]

What should one expect
from this tangled text?
It's hard for me to share
a tailor-made verse!

so.. ever heard of the tale?
It's like wanting to buy espetec
but ending up paying for fuet.

Me siento como en clase de lengua:

dentro del vaivén de este poema

sin saber muy bien del tema o rema;

pero creo saber lo que me digo

pues no sería de recibo

si las cosas que se piensan

no rimaran con cariño.

Imploro al sol -y me quemo-

le rezo a nuevas deidades,

me tumbo en columnas...

¡y aguanto soportales!

También a gente como tú

(viejales de más edades) 😉

In the heart of the Caribbean, where waves caress the shore,

a witty mind was born, both kind and true!

Now Cauca's fields and skies she does explore.

Beware though! as sanctions lurk the work to do.

With engineer’s precision: strong and keen,

she shields the Earth, defending each precious stream.

Protecting life and hugging trees,

in nature’s care and macramé her hands are ever seen!

As someone sharp and warm - a rare delight -

her caring soul turns every wrong to right,

her laughter lights up the day, her smile, the drowsy night,

her beauty shines, a beacon soft and bright.

Instantly drawn

to the thought,

then enticed:

first by that face,

next by those ways

and soon enough

by your lousy jokes!

(the ones I now embrace)

Happy b-day, cherished friend!

How lucky and glad I'd be

if only we get to share

tons of words, plenty of trips.

[Hoping time will halt its endless spree
and Easter turns this whole thing
into a fun gap-fill activity]

Since _ _ _ _ _ _ _ seems to me

another rhyme for bliss,

how I wish another one I'd have,

cause at the end of the day
it's impossible to help a feeling,
isn't it?

~

cacofonía

soy un busto

y cuatro piezas

que se mueven

me sujetan

y hacen cosas

con mi busto

como un monstruo

de carne y pelo

electrificado,

de Frankenstein amago

me desplazo

voy de uno a otro lado

nado a pasos

ando a croll

me mantengo

me equilibro

me sostengo

me tropiezo

noto cosas

y me rasco

creo que exploto!

salto y corro

corto, pinto y coloreo

y pincho

cual dj

(sin ser yo nada de eso)

me desangro

miro cosas

tomo el fresco

me embeleso

y me enveneno

lo echo de mi cuerpo

..un sistema tan robusto

que da gusto!

hago cosas

que me asustan

digo otras

(doy disgustos)

pero escuchame una cosa

esa chicha que tengo ahí

es marronácea o roja?

es pálida o rosita

cuando se remoja?

~

que me purguen y perforen

pero que no se demoren

fuck! I'm living the dream

Una película

Un cortometraje

The beginning of an ending

Life and closure

...

Getting ready for a one-way trip

Found myself looking for some shorts

That fitted my shitshow T-shirt

Nervous 

Stressed

Out of myself 

Anxious

Scared

              H

         G

     I

H

Ended up escaping the dream 

With a mute noise

Sudden cry

Deaf moaning

Echoing

In the walls of somebody's brain

~

Running wild

But not salty

Sticky this time

Drowning under

my own self

mis ojos brillan

just matching the energy

of disengagement

A letter is being sent

To a wrong direction

just matching the energy

of disengagement

<Is it action or reaction?>

No stamps will ever replace

the void left

No soy delgada y

No corro °|• a 100 kmh •|°

pero soy galga

I'm just matching the energy 

Am I running out

of the chemical?

pero viene hacia mi cara

como una mano abierta

[la noto]

{me doy cuenta}

Zenavan

Dynatron 438

Endomed 582id

 ∅⅔√π⅝∆~

"Si el futuro no fuera

/incierto/

no sería

\emocionante\"

- dijo Nadie nunca,

expectante

juggerNauts

more often than not

se quedaba encanada

como mirando la ventana

pues no se le pasaban las ganas

de agarrarla como un asa

 

en un punto del camino

- pensaba -

comparten espacio su nombre y el mío

- se intentaba -

- make-believe and Scribblenauts 

UNLIMITED

en el emulador de la DS -

~

I've got a cofession never to be made

I've got to admit

I sort of liked

and was drawn in

by that sugar-coated quote

which read like this:

"Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap,

but by the seeds that you plant."

And so it sparked a thought within:

What was it that I sowed?

Will it thrive and bloom? - what I scattered -

Or will it drown in murky watery pits?

 

Had it not been directed at me,

I wouldn't have pondered

the risks of adequacy.

See, some plants just wither away

in the soil of conformity.

 

It's a different kind of hell

having to wish people well,

as that's the only thing left 

from what one would truly

like to say.

It's such a ruthless art

when deeper feelings

find no start.

~