Magician
19 Oct 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
Desire is a wolf song.He is the great craftsman of forms.It is a beast in suspense of silence.It is trembling in the personal rhythm. It is the city burning with thirst.It is the ravenous fever in our room.It is a lamp that illuminates the future.It...
18 Oct 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
do not believe it,a good poem is almost a miracleone puts his armsthe hands and finally the fingersand he starts to hit the wordsand after a few verses he realizesthat the poem is worth nothingbut he follows him out of habit or out of pitybecause may...
17 Oct 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
The simile sphere loses heightto the rhythm of gravitytakes on new formsand no longer strangeyour original drive.Share the soul in its fragmentsand everything is left with nothing.The light hurts the precariousnessof the new continents,its sharp edge...
16 Oct 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
I open my hand and count the imperfectionof the fingers, the fist, a broken wall,I scribble indecisions in silenceon the blue lines of the notebook.I review words, verses and allegoriescollected in memory duringthe course of the day, imagesthat cross...
15 Oct 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
You are olderyou are approaching the age of your parentsnow you understand certain thingsthat you didn't understand beforeyou understand, for example, that nothing is that easynot as simple as it seems;you understand, for example, that you always wal...
14 Oct 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
Foreword what follows is a book of poemsI'm not going to say anything about it. I prefer that you read itand draw your own conclusions. before that it would be nicethat at some pointa ray of poiesis passes through themor at least excited. the rest is...
13 Oct 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
Glanced up,the sky looks like a lakeof trembling waters,and the clouds, immenseships that movedrifting towards a pierinvisible.the afternoon is going awayI walk through the streets of the neighborhoodI'm looking for the perfect placewhere the beauty...
12 Oct 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
I'm back in the city... it's raining!vehicles in play of lightcirculate through the avenuesflooded with broken clouds.I'm looking for a nonexistent perfect day.Gone sun, it spinssunflowers in paintingsby Van Gogh.Swallows don't fly yetwith summers on...
11 Oct 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
I close my eyes and recreate the landscape.I thread a casaquinta and my childhood.The children return to footballto the bow,to wild perfumes,to the landscaping,to lawn care trimming,To the races,to laughter and hiding,to the refuge of something.The g...
10 Oct 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
The peaceful seedlocked in the intimate orb of herself,to stretch his green tongue he needsdo violence to herselflacerate at a pointto break, to open some side.That way try for the first timethe moist blood of the earth that surrounds it.She discover...
