I discover the prologue previous to me itself.
There, after naming to love, I stay
as an immobile scenario that marvels
in the Universe. In this atmosphere
of dazzle, already I am not any more
only the other one that reads me
-interrogante anxiety that travel through my shores-.Storm in calm. Calm in the storm.
Join extremes without being and without being,
as claw detached from the flesh
in front of his mirror fountain: Moon of blood,
torch between my fingers what stain
the fresh paper with his lips and kisses
with its winter breath my autumn
that still blooms in spring. Unfold
the mystery of life; run the shadow and
It denies the uncertain of my chiaroscuro notes.
As a cat with hunger, the moon inhabits me
Deciphering me with his seven lives Jaguara of the lost Paradise Before her the amazement slips
and initiates the subtle game of the shadows.
Silence. Green tender in amber eyes
travel the sap clarified by their footprints,
footprints of fierce loneliness
read as intimate poem
of the quiescence. Everything kept silent the immense jungle,
nobody sleeps …stalks
stalks the life in the death
the ceiba unfurl the night
in the most matted of his leaves light,
belated light that undresses when falling the briefness of the time.
Isolated among its branches, without knowing what they think,
look devour the day to night, and the night to day;
what remains of the hunt, is part of another paradise
where it is not customary to give condolence. Cosmic Fantasy The lucid madness crosses the heart of desire.Castaways of me the memoriesthey cry in solitude the delirious hoursof love, crossword puzzles unansweredwhispers insomniac that copulate dreams since the abode of the soul for if I returnfor if I return wake up again... I me seeingto rainto the beloved in per Se,in Me, in Sol
I have been alone
Days and nights
already I do not know myself.
360 º nothing moves
nor is touching. God!
An ancient mask conceals The Everything.
360 º and the epicentre
you´re still you
of the conscience
Your silence, burn
Once again life bursts
desolate the Universe is left.
Tañe his weeping in black hole
Zurze his heart in other suns.
Bite the light years of heartbreak
Burn the silence ... you don't know how much.
The stars scrawl oblivion.
Naked of time, your image