Magician
29 Oct 2022 1 minute read 1 comment espacioreal
Today the witch is no longer badand the wolf is an exemplary citizen,we're still a pack of stereotypesonly now it's exactly the other way around.plover headswe don't really know how to create anything,at most we turn the tortillabut the rotten egg ta...
28 Oct 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
I fly on the wings of a book,in expansive memoryof a writer I dive.In that unknown worldwhich looks like mine.In similar sunsetsthat spill their colorsin my eyes, songs of birdsimagined and real in my worldalternative.In your flowered skin of fragran...
27 Oct 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
Like dew at dawn,to be, I need silence.Original, select and brutal silence.emancipated romanticI seek to feed on silencethat does not silence speech when loving.Or the one who expelled meto verbalize anger and compassionout of the firstborn water.I h...
26 Oct 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
Outside, the incipient yellow rays,The dawn is tender, flowers bloom laterof recent shadows.The palate of sleep in the moutheyes lighten forest greenand the birds wake up in the throat.The city stretches its empty streetsthe fog bites slow stepson th...
25 Oct 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
I don't think the poet writes because he knows somethingI think rather that he writes because he ignores somethingand his ignorance of what he ignores is so greatthat even in the presence of knowledge he continues to ignore open a letterclose a doork...
24 Oct 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
A poem between my fingers... think,he draws the words to himself,a boomerang that caresses and returns.He bites truths, he blinds flashes,he is silent, imprisons in his chest.From time to time he releases smiles,winds that cross oceans, lookscrossing...
23 Oct 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
It's Saturday and it's rainingmost women will be thinking of a manand that majority of menwill be thinking of other women:not otherwise is the steel of theexistence, everything is an act of love,even today rainy saturdaythis is nothing short of terri...
22 Oct 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
I have learned to look straight aheadalthough the blindness of the sunit eats at my retinas.I have learned to tell the trutheven if it hurts and weighs like oneearthenware in the conscience of those whothey do not digest that principle.I have learned...
21 Oct 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
Those who are most confused are those who hoarse their condition as a voracious reader and intellectual pigeon. If something is bad for the literary world, it is the people who suffer orgasms when they hear the word book. Because that enjoyment is...
20 Oct 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
I opened the gates of the cityof paper, as in a dream,on a rainy night.memory revolted,your provocative lipsand exciting.Your blood, overflowing riverin the shadows, your breastserupted volcanoes.I am matter and today I hug youdifferent lay your head...
