Magician
8 Oct 2024 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
I don't write poetry, butI can do other thingsnot very well knownby poetry people. I am not a poet, writer or singerbut I have a dream,and it is not poetrybut knowingwhat there is after death.
7 Oct 2024 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
I have always had the desire to work in a news agency, perhaps to experience that pressure. I remember how I used to look at newspaper articles and pay attention to who signed them. Over time, I realise that there was an early ambition in me to write...
3 Oct 2024 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
When one understands the fragile relationship of things,that chance is an inventionof the desperate, and reasona cunning of madness,when one understandsthat one has not come into the world but to come,to be, to earn a fewflavors and some sunrises,one...
1 Oct 2024 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
In the wind a distant echo whispers,memories of dreams that burned in flames,an October of shadows, lights and screams,where hope blossomed among the bullets. Paths of struggle, of torn fervor,blood sown on the wounded earth,faces rise, forgotten her...
20 Sep 2024 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
Nails grow. We cut them off, for the aesthetics of the shoe. Becausegrandma says so, for the job interview,because we are civilized. But there is a secondary reason: we denywithout knowing itour tree part. The nails of our hands,transparent tops, rea...
18 Sep 2024 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
These are and are not my hands they undoubtedly arebecause they are attached to myarms and they also respond when I call them. Buthow can I explain it, they are not the samehands that I remember. As if my skeleton had been stolen, becauseit is and is...
17 Sep 2024 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
Poetry is not in books.What madness.Much less in publishers.What madness.I cannot conceive in my poor, lost headthat a poet knocks on doors to throw the great dust of poetry into theworld.Don't you have a printer at home?Don't you have a friend who c...
13 Sep 2024 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
you said it's not so much what I writealways the same poema thousand times over donedoing and doing a lump of clay taken from the riverkneaded many timesthe ductile fingers modelsmall variationsintonationsto find the figurethe body a bit of cuminyour...
12 Sep 2024 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
I could be in Istanbulwatching a grey bird scampering down the sidewalk,or sitting at a table in Parissmoking like Camus crossing a boulevard,in Tokyo, in La Paz, Montevideo, Liverpool,in any other citydoing anything else,I could even have been born...
7 Sep 2024 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
If a poet launches a book of poems into the worldbecause he needs to pay the rent,we will tolerate it.But if he is not guided by a commercial purposeand instead does soassuming that the worldneeds to read his ramblings quickly and eagerly:we will las...
