No quiero ser algo que desempolvar.
Y menos que memorizar.
Un descubrimiento siquiera.
Un placer oculto bajo las sábanas,
Una estrella marina insomne con luz azul que se obceca..
Pequeño título en un catálogo.
Palabras, palabras impresas.
Yo busco,
Un suspiro.
Una idea.
Una mariposa que duela.
Urging, urging, hurrying.
A bully cracking resolution.
Exhilaration behind façade,
the pages fell,
And the insurance gone to hell.
True, I bumped you.
What were you doing right behind in a street going up?
Trying to gain a mere metre of vantage?
Or searching for a fool to scam?
Damned you and your eyes.
And I curse you ahead,
To be shot in your spine.
At least to discharge.
Since I can't get it done out of spite.
Fisga entre el ajuar.
Un papel oficial con sello de duda.
Un teatro de boda,
Helada la hora,
El pez que abre la boca.
Al siguiente trecho,
Muerta y sin besos.
Un ave la busca.
Nula la espera.
El velo ondeaba enganchado a la caña.
Y el texano un escupitajo,
Tabaco.
La carga de datos no alcanzaba.
Entonces sobrevino la desgracia.
Y la app se quedó ahí.
Sin que quisieran borrarla.
Tampoco usarla.
A placid lake,
A half empty bottle and I take,
I can come back to dwell down there.
Where the sunset is reflected to mistake.
To your calm, short letter back.
To your sensible solutions about Italian not spoken great.
A nerf shot in disarray.
Reaching target without pain.
My friend, kilometres away.
You understand what's like.
Invisible on top of black.
A pair of triangles fold.
That's the movement I catch.
She listens to my pencil's scratch.
I walked through evanescent ashes,
A fog of dust raising.
Trust in a forlorn error of heart.
Derelicted my soft wishes.
Betrayal was the crow’s call.
A while ago,
Still kicking up in verdor.
Indeed on ground.
Now a dried corpse.
Mirror mirror,
Hanging in the wall.
Can you tell me,
Who is this old hag looking back?
Mirror mirror,
Can I ask
When did I become wrinkles and despair?
My reflection of today,
Not the photo of yesterday.
Time to burn those mementos i treasured more than time!
Arriba en el tejado,
Narra con el ceño fruncido un cuento.
El cigarrillo es el único que escucha.
Recuerda las luces de neón en el portón.
Dira dira up, up.
Los lazos del vestido se agitan con libertad.
Se hurga en la media agujereada,
El zapato sin tacón,
Medio rimmel embarrado.
Ayer....
Liba de la copa,
Muda de color.
Sobre el escenario su rival.
La aceituna se fue por mal lugar.