Magician
18 Dec 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
I've lost track of my deathsof sheer tiredness, of fear and loveof hatred and disgustof impotence and again of disgustI was once half dead for four yearsin another I had the idea of faking my death in order to liveI also remember the day, in times wh...
17 Dec 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
He seems to be Ankoin a bodythat you use dailywith his eyesthat he observesthe external worldand with his tonguehe interprets itwithinof your brainIt seemsthan his own skinbe partof chocolatethat he re-buildswith his fivesensesperceptionsAnd memories...
16 Dec 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
His handkerchiefbreathed a haloof pecked puddles.We dancedand she would turn any gutterin my smile.Sometimes we bet on coincidencecrossing your fingers,and we dreamed of the same hummingbirdin hours of different grays.We had learnedto be happyabove a...
15 Dec 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
And death will have a voicethat will say the painful end,the goodbye between sufferings,the worthless peculiarity of Godobserving the yes or the no,the one to zero,power or abandonmentthe sadness of the self.And death will bewhat the grandparents cal...
14 Dec 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
The voice that inhabits insomniahides behind the buzz,his words persistthat resonate orphans of language.A tide that repeats,thus the fire is repeated in the corner of him,so this wind that lulls the branches.And this silence that chains the hours,th...
13 Dec 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
Before isolatethe wonderful amazement.Scattered mandalas.Celestial embrace with faint grayblue is moved by vermiliona mauve appears gracefulsublimeaccompany the red ball.The night comes slowlyto make way for a million starsI huddle in the invisible s...
12 Dec 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
A long long time ago ... before Deep /before almost nothing….Deep exploded because he was empty / hollow / vain /full of pores, like a giant pumice stone full of holes through which only air passed, surrounding it / full of emptiness /Like bread crum...
11 Dec 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
I moved.I'll wait for you.Right left. In diagonal.I moved.You can go.Return.Move, life. I moved.That I crossed the boardand I hear the checkevery so oftenin my ear.In the form of a whisperand I deliverpieces, the clock. Time.I let it gobetween pawns...
10 Dec 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
The moralist is a subject frighteningly trapped by the discourses of his time. He vehemently defends ideas that he did not create, ideas that will sooner or later expire giving way to other ideas. The moralist is scandalized and points with the finge...
9 Dec 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
All suspicions they surround me they approach they squeeze me and penetrate me in his attempt to hold me in the mystery; now i'm a word golden on the outside and surreptitious inside than nothing end to end like in a fish tank under the skin of this...
