Magician
3 Sep 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
When mom diedI found under your mattressvarious crossword magazines.a hundred dollar bill.a Chinese horoscope book.an x-ray of her chest.a piece of the Asian continentthe bow of a whaling shipthe hallway of a house on 15th street.falla glass of prawn...
2 Sep 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
She and her cloud steedher cramps her scented with gloryI breathe her aliveof exquisite borealisShe like Persian carpet magnether past her songsancient angellight dancerswinging in my directions.She and hers crucifixions hers sawnher giving birth to...
1 Sep 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
It seems that in this always political land we are all crocodiles and guilty; Before the contrary is proven, we were born to be guilty. We know that by the mouth we will die and that much to our regret either in the free and sacred silence we will ha...
31 Aug 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
Your wound hurts. It hurts so much that the gift of words is not enough for me to express it. There is no figure or background that can paint a war, and these lines are so powerless, so aphasic and toothless. They die without pain or glory, fallen pe...
30 Aug 2021 1 minute read 1 comment espacioreal
These are some of my hours, sometimes when I unintentionally bend my head a little, hours filled with doubts, glass bells smudged with smoke inside that come off from behind and as always from the pendulum wire of me, and splinter against the ground...
29 Aug 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
The look thickens on the horizon; Far away the birds fly over a reef, an islet of corals where the algae hide insects and small animals that become food from one moment to the next. Seagulls screech; the man-god, half asleep, tries to recognize somet...
28 Aug 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
ah, moralists.ah, moralists.and since everyone walks with hammersstriking left and right clouds and shadows,I declare myself too, for not being less,a purebred auctioneer;everywhere I see, for not being less,arbitrariness, stereotypes, molds, models,...
27 Aug 2021 1 minute read 1 comment espacioreal
I release the lost momentof a soul devoid of lineagethe one that wound me in abandonmentof a weeping willow her green tunic.In a round of starseeds,gathering old stones the mostsmall fell through the cosmos.In a forest of gnomes, goblinsand fairies,...
26 Aug 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
encrypt the wordsit on it with the full weight of the bodyswinging feetwhistling an impromptu tunethat if they observe it they do not know what it sayswhat if they auscultate herwhat hits inside her does not fatiguehands or verbs or absenceslet every...
25 Aug 2021 3 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
It exists, how not to name it, so whispering, those interior stars that crowd and explode in the blood and rebel at vulgar death, and against tedium and the condemnation of every day without honey, or with postponed honey and promised to go to know w...
