Magician
14 Aug 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
Love does not need anythingIt is the sadness that must give explanationsOn one side all coursesand for havinganti stressyogacake shopelectricityLiterary workshopsout of all those schedules is lovethat you do not need to put a nail to exist,the fulles...
13 Aug 2021 1 minute read 2 comments espacioreal
tell everyone yeseven if we have to laugh untilthe teeth change axiseven though we have an obligation to get seriousto cry like maybewe deserve itbut not by the ignoble act of braverythat starving hyena that today enjoys an undeservedand exaggerated...
12 Aug 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
what I'm trying to say is that Shakespeareinvented ghosts.there may have been ghosts before, apparitions, sorrowful souls, etc.but what ghost beats the ghost of a father?Let's see, what can terrify more the woman who slides her finger on the back of...
10 Aug 2021 1 minute read 1 comment espacioreal
Finish reading a book and stand in front of that exciting abyss that is the library, where there are so many voices, so many themes, so much history of beauty and human thought, and of love, because I think that ultimately that is the great subject o...
9 Aug 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
they left on earthlanguages, buildings, thrones of snow and fire,they marched to the limitsthey opened those lines at the point of philosophies and screamswhen they got tired of thinking and arguing with wordsthey did it with picks and shovels,they u...
8 Aug 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
the day gives us no trucewe open our eyes we stretch our armsand we are already patching the air, the walls, the penurythe upper lip of death the red bug of the crossWe run with the palms of our bare hands on eachfinger then a pen a leaf a praise the...
7 Aug 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
the day gives us no trucewe open our eyes we stretch our armsand we are already patching the air, the walls, the penurythe upper lip of death the red bug of the crossWe run with the palms of our bare hands on eachfinger then a pen a leaf a praise the...
6 Aug 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
I believe in the curiousand I ask them for the streets and for their hearts,his women who sail in the mistconsoling the gods who lost their property,I love the boys who walkby the gray waist of the days that kneel in the dunes ofSaint Bernard, there...
27 Jun 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
What do I tell the giant that I was,that it was me a million years ago,wanderer on the northern borders,singing to the ice so that it wakes up,hated and feared by humansin mutual rejection, and that has not changed;how could i love a snowflakea great...
26 Jun 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
I wonder how you have done it, what music have you listened to, what verses accompanied you that night? Have you chosen your poetry over that of others? I imagine you poured yourself a glass of wine, a Malbec perhaps, and took a few puffs, to make th...
