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27 Jan 2024 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
I look at the housethe house next to the dunesour house you arrive atfrom the southern wing of the continentthe ancient voice of the sea,older than deerthat the birdsthan any other voicebecause, love, there are those who saythat before God was the se...
26 Apr 2024 1 minute read 1 comment espacioreal
The rain enters your house,Poor poet, come in and steal a little of your joy.Fall on the only worthy carpet thatyou found, rolled up in the dawn, likean angora viperin a corner of the container. You have to go towork, poor poet, what are you talking...
6 May 2024 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
The poem is writtenso that no one reads itbut that doesn't seem to matter to the poem.The poem grows anywayeven if no one sees it,It is the same as those algae that adhereto the slopes and remain thereand no one evernot even a fish ever stops to snif...
28 Dec 2023 1 minute read 0 comments The Virtual Idealist
The day is sunny The air is cold just another funny little day fighting for my soul tick tick tock tock tick tickity tick tock, listin as it chimes it just keeps ticking, this old clock despite all the wasted lives just waiting on there demise...
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...
18 Feb 2024 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
we all have a yardto which we returnfrom time to timeto travel in dreamsand there is always a tree in itof oranges or lemons or peacheswhich we climbfrom time to timewith the clumsy hands of memoryand in that yard there is always a grandfatheror a fa...
24 Nov 2024 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
Those who love are always anachronistic. They speak in a lost language. They love against the Market.They are Jurassic. Absurd.In love.They are not tempted by anything that is not eternal.They love against all impossibilities,they laugh and urinate o...
31 May 2024 1 minute read 0 comments The Virtual Idealist
Once again walking, Walking the length of this wire. it feels so thin, fragile bindings keeping me afloat . I can smell the smoke, my feet burn above the fire. The choir sings, keeping me from sinking deep Have to remind myself i exist. I am here,...
25 Dec 2023 1 minute read 1 comment Olawalium
There are no stories to shareI have no other gifts to bareMy heart is filled with love...nothing to dareLet's share in the excitement and the fun fareIt's the season for it, it's full blown in full glareGive love...give gifts...it comes in pairI have...
2 Aug 2024 2 minute read 0 comments Diomedes
This is the title of a poem by Arthur Rimbaud, some twenty lines long, about two of his aunts, seated in chairs beside him, picking lice out of his seventeen year old, bushy hair as he is on a visit to them, half-way to Paris, to another poet, Paul...
