Categoría: Varios

  • Untitled

    city buildings during sunset
    Photo by Gabriel Guita on Pexels.com

    Sunset after rain,
    The warm light that caresses pain.
    Everything shines anew.

  • Alive and dying

    portrait photo of a skeleton in sunglasses and wig
    Photo by Andrea Piacquadio on Pexels.com

    I die everyday,
    A little a breath,
    A bit to my surprise.
    What delightful demise.

    Every hair I lose,
    A second is gone.
    Irreparable cell,
    And immortality I wouldn’t wait for.

    Wrinkles in the mirror,
    Spots on my face.
    Yet my mind follows the clouds and the air.
    I keep struggling you mean.
    Je suis vivante! Hey hurray!

  • My garden

    And I let the rage howl among the roses.
    For the tiny white clover to bloom lost among long blades of fondness.
    All disorderly,
    untamed.
    It seems opposite and quite contrary to order and purpose.

    It flies savage,
    Dandelion white whirling.
    Weedly basking in the unknown.
    Enchanted butterflies and bees buzzing in and out.
    Madness.
    Still it thinks and fruits, my garden.

  • Tronco

    Un tronco tomando el sol,
    Hasta que descubro sus ojos marrón.
    Y a cada mancha que simula no ser,
    El reptil se deja ver.
    Después ya no.

  • Harassment

    Have I watched porn?
    What do you care?
    Not your business yo!

    Have I masturbated?
    Too private!

    Asexual doesn’t mean,
    You can go and ask your mean just cause you feel like.
    Sexual person or not…
    That’s harassment you know.

  • The day I stopped traffic

    Oh mine!
    To my left a green light,
    To my right, cars move.
    And straight ahead…
    A line waiting for the hault to expire.

    I… I’m blocking road and my red steed dressed up in scratch.
    But polite I won’t,
    Since this is the exit I reckon.
    And my four meters of length,
    Somehow, must go and squeeze in there.

    My win of today!
    I was mightier than traffic light.

  • Dark cloud

    Cobalt blue bringing darkness in the wind.
    Sparks crumbling into menace.

    I step and I dance like on ice,
    A newling on blades.
    Except the hard earth is not just the trauma of my rear,
    It’s the wet I’ll get.
    And the drag the sheep,
    delighted will be to admin.

  • Shhh

    Woman and Child (Silence) Jean
    Woman and Child (Silence) Jean by The Art Institute of Chicago is licensed under CC-CC0 1.0

    Shh.
    Silence.
    Somethings don’t require explaining.

    The sea wave’s crest foaming into splashing white.
    The green velvety foliage of light under the trees’ spotted shadow.

    The tender germ,
    All about to explode,
    Life swollen into dunk root.

    The bristle legs pushing,
    Squirming and wiggling,
    Blue sparkling jewel underground.

    The wooly clouds prancing a lace of green mucous under rain.

    Not everything is to be explained.
    Shh
    Silence.

    All what one posses is alive.
    Let it be still and time or space you won’t share.

  • Espejitos

    close up of a butterfly on a flower
    Photo by Bruno Miranda Photography on Pexels.com. Las Agraulis vanillae usan la planta passiflora como planta hospedera.
    Maypop (Passiflora incarnata) (1926) Mary

    Parpadeo.
    Color.
    Nada.
    Polvo de hadas.

    Pequeños huevos,
    Al envés de la hoja.
    Comienza de nuevo,
    Sobre la pasión.
    Devuelta al cielo.

  • Gota

    Macro shot water drop leaf

    Plaf plaf.
    Sobre la hoja de hierba desliza.
    Dobla y rebota.