Rift
There is a distance, a wooden chasm between you and I where loneliness is served A void, a crevice that breathes Not with the crisp finality of a right angle, but with the ambiguous remains of my untimely visits. Occurrences laden with ashes; designs broken by a dimmer light that settles with me when my ...
Sospecha
La sospecha de que un pasaje de la vida se ha perdido comienza con la parte final de toda botella de vino. Una declaración de pobreza que hiere inevitablemente la memoria. Yéndose con las gotas van los contornos arqueados de la espalda de una mujer, y agotándose con el aroma va el estrépito de todas ...
Confutatis
He meanders around his life finding destiny in seldom spoken smiles In his library chances are stacked, In steps his sorrows are drawnHe finds, He maunders idly upon the fancy that he sees across the bar Until silence ac, atlanta 2010
Cobblestones
Walking down towards the river one can see that cobblestones are also burdened by fallen leaves; They suffocate under steps and running water, They erode with time, they wear down and tire, and yet they stand for eons on end as witnesses silent of the life above. Witnesses Of the loves interrupted, of deeds that ...
Sin palabras
Prescindo de las palabras para borrar las huellas y el desatino de mis quimeras a la intemperie Evito las palabras para someter mis escándalos a las tangentes, a los escondites, a las sombras donde el sigilo este al servicio de la perseverancia Abandono las palabras para acechar desde las sombras para vivir en vilo sin ...
