Magician
9 Jul 2022 1 minute read 1 comment espacioreal
love is not a thief in white glovesforget and don't forgeton the mirror of the night and of the days his thumb thatsmells of distant springs,breaks doors and windows, takes bicycles and jasmine,when the unsuspecting mutant least expects itleft with t...
7 Jul 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
not many years agopassing my hand over my headdark hairslipped underas if it were a stampede of bullsand the years of looking like my fatherthey were in a future day that would never comeor it would take millions of years to sound theknocker of my bo...
5 Jul 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
my mother left her hand on thetable for me to eat, mymother was bread and when she went out to thestreet the pigeons ate from her face and herfrom her back to her, the men who loved her chewed on herbread with his teeth, and my mother smiled too when...
3 Jul 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
I go up to the silence like an abandoned altarin the middle of a jungle that doesn't exist,from there I show my teeth in a painful smileand therefore happy,I hug the corners of the world devoid of cornersand they yield, without courage, their spaces...
29 Jun 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
dim the shadowin the back of the daywith the tasks that humor instructs,tie your doubts to mineleave my crumbs next to your bread and shout nothe line where the air hastaste of fever and the mouth separates the firefrom the ash,is it a bird or is it...
27 Jun 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
if i were a birdI would choose to be a manwho longs to fly,in the dissatisfied they nest -I suppose-men and birdsalike, not being what one is,gray metamorphosis of whatexistingsupplies the sky with mud,turn the cloud into stone,Dead Life, Sinister Lo...
21 Jun 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
if we are going to dielet death find us fighting,let our strength surprise her,our desire for life,the stubborn need to followmust give it work, must break it,wear her down, move her. if we are going to dielet it not be in vain,May our Life be wort...
19 Jun 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
"My first son is already a poet" A few years ago I gave a copy of my first and last book to my dad.At that time I hid my depression in an inadvisable amount of pills, various stylesand lots of beer Basically the book talks about two great lovesHe tal...
17 Jun 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
we've had enough emotionthere is no room that has not beentouched by musicalso, who doubts, we have ordered the same roomrationally enoughwith spatial logic, and with common sense,no one in their right mind would think of placing the nightstand inhal...
13 Jun 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
any kind of sadnesstailored to anyonelike a theatrical hatof propslet it be guessed in the distanceor by its single shadowand that it does not defraud those who see itany kind of sadnessfound in the hallway of any housethrown away like the paper in w...
