Broken blue

                 I

Deconstructed geography
You stand in
some moment
of my past
that never happened.

Hidden behind
the corners
of my youth.

You appear and disappear
At will.

Your voice draws
an echo line,
A lament.

I can't explain you
However,
You exist.

               II

Beyond the language,
In a primitive
Or apocaliptical
World.

Soul direction,
The heart waits.

When nothing happens,
When everything is lost,
You come back.
Daughter of turbulence,
of noise

Mystical.

You come back
for waking me up.

And when I do it,
I discover again
that only the habitual
loneliness remains,
the read books,
the desk full
of papers.

Unfinished ideas.

Recognizing
the daily defeat
of the infinite days
without destination
or hope.

Life as an empty play
where nothing happens.

What would the society think?

I calmly disappear,
through controlled silences
and paralysed desires.

In this transit
Sometimes
I stop,
And when I do it
The world stops with me.

You are so beautiful.
So beautiful.

I still having the certainty
Of your existence.

___

Dedicated to K.

Echoes

Desire is just one side
Of my devotion.

I've had to lose it all
for being able to
give you everything I have
in the way I'm doing it.

Desperation, sadness
and loneliness
are the torrential rain
that feeds
the roots of this love.

You're smiling, maybe
(that's how I imagine you)
and you're telling me:
"I don't know where are we going"

I touch you
(I dream about it, trying to feel you)
and I answer:
"I'm not afraid of getting lost".

Your hair
has the colour of the sun
at sunset,
and your naked back
seems to contain the answers
to all the questions
I wasn't able to
formulate yet.

I'm going towards you.

___

Dedicated to K.

Birds

Crossroads.

Phone won't ring again.
Songs won't come back.

You have created an instant past.

Loneliness
looks her nails
smiling quietly
tasting her chances.

We will see each other again.

The days start later
lengthened, decadents
viscous
beyond the midnight &
night crawling
as a castaway
in a recently found
sand.

Escaping from myself.
Starting again.

Run.
Hide.
(the kid who didn't wanted
to learn how to swim)
Shut up.

Suffer.

 Wait
           Wait
                    Wait
                             Wait.

Stop

SCREAM
(for saying goodbye, erasing the marks the grief left)

And jump

Fly.



____

Dedicated to K.

Took the train, lose the road.

Abyss

Religion incorporated to silence

Strange ways,

Vice.


Noise

The monochromical density of the past.

Broken reflections by rays of light

Coming through the slits

Of closed windows.

Moths.


There's information

On pain

And

We connect with the divinity

Just when we believe we can

Lose something of ourselves:

When death

Cease to be

Only

An idea


In our end is our beginning.

To K.

Warsaw

To keep the distance

From the ghost

That’s how it works

If I approach him

He dissapears

If I walk away

It’s imposible

The permanent

Melancholy.

Slave

In someway

Of my preterite

Fears

This loneliness

Is broken

If after her

There’s only fear left

I should feel

Lucky.

Dedicated to K.