Magician
6 Jun 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
I resist in the shaking of a party dayby lightning after the lightbefore dark that's my lodgingmy place a residue of roughness flamingin tempest like a dark ballast the heartdictates his will to diethe last prayers orphan blood Sobetween what has gon...
5 Jun 2021 2 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
White. White walls, white dresses, lots of light, lots of clarity. Feeling of silence People standing, looking at a place that I do not see. Is it some kind of ceremony? I don't think so, at least not the kind I've attended. Am I someone special in t...
4 Jun 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
come out graceful, victorious, clear,stick your tongue out of vacant loves,write one to a million poems that singthe diamond-like fortune of old and new lovers,to boast of oblivion, to applaud the revenge,sneak through an ovary of time and walk uneve...
3 Jun 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
I am awakened by drowningthe smell of sauceTomato comingfrom the kitchen tablewhere it is stillthe noodle dishwhat last nightI did not eat.Is that I wantedto call youBut I didn't call you, I criedI fulfilled what neitherWe promised us,leave you alone...
2 Jun 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
Why do we keep reading Gramsci?Why do we keep reading Prévert,Rimbaud, Mariátegui, Kafka?If they all lost, they lost, they lost.Why Víctor Hugo, Borges, Bolaño if they lost,lost loudly, outrageously?it is enough to show one eye a dayto realize that K...
1 Jun 2021 1 minute read 1 comment espacioreal
and another thing: keep with morals.I have noticed that a lot of poetry would winthe Oscar for political correctness,It's not about writing the word shit just to scareGertrudis or Clemente, the old couple upstairs.but I insist: keep your morals.that...
31 May 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
I think you have to write poetrywhen you have everything to lose,I don't believe in inspiration but there is, there is.they are vibrations in the fingertipsand the head frolics with words,then beautiful things come out and your mother sighsand your n...
30 May 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
the sordid creature enterswith her cheeks made up, with outlined eyes, with the best of the clothes she could find on the balance table of aAmerican fair, they did not imagine that in that talk ofcafé were closely watched by the sordid creature,that...
29 May 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
there are books that you carry under your armbooks one has grown up withscreaming books from the librarybooks that argue among themselves,one is never alone because there is always someonethat woke up with more desire to chicanear than anotherthen he...
28 May 2021 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
The sea has always been the scene of speculation on the part of humanity. And in those shipping speculations that had their foundation in trade, adventure and conquest, the stories that spoke of fabulous things that inhabited the seas were not absent...
