Nimbus / Nimbo
At times do-naught in the foam of air I sit as a sigh dissolving secrets under the rain. Sometimes although not a living hand is boasted in a poem verging silhouettes on the surface of life. Often I...
View ArticleLuminous Uterus / Útero Luminoso
My memories are a cloud which is now departing In the cupola of an unjust detour which unfolds irradiating a shape, contrasting the blue of my life with the imminent vastness of the perennial skies I...
View ArticleThe Tree of Principles / El Árbol de los Principios
Randomly lazy, haphazard and restless, aspiring at intervals of scattered light in a brief poem, and you writing from one country to another, so far and warm to my nights of delirium, of pink splendors...
View ArticlePassing / De paso
Today you look at me intense and excessive trembling tears upon my whitewater’s as an upright figure with cold eyes drifting into my curved shapes awaiting something, lagging to pride. Today I saw you...
View ArticleHarlequin of heaven / Arlequín del cielo
Do not laugh at me, golden Harlequin that life sounds a little bit like stone sometimes dissonant, others less so concave as the absence of soul. Winter arrives almost in a whisper while no one...
View ArticleAmusing Chords / Acordes divertidos
As my my footsteps move forward I’m closing distances with the end by joining my inconclusive pictures that clarify the doubts of my purpose. I seek not mythologizing what I don’t know nor certifying...
View ArticleThe word that use to be… / La palabra que solía ser…
At the surface of dreams a thousand words dry out persisting only on paper. blurred and irresistible, leaving weeping behind at the poet’s childhood. We were fog and sun reviving the extinct word...
View ArticleThe Covenant / El Pacto
My feet pact with the humid grass, I need to move on, is not existential… . My pupils dangle into the silence of this moment of ecstasy, diluted by the...
View ArticleShattered / Quebrantado
Today I reflect upon the future not thinking on it, converted into an instinct, into silent longing, In a crepuscular howling trapped within my lips, into a sudden escape engraved on the rocks. Today I...
View ArticleIcy prelude / Preludio gélido
A dry tree trunk bathes of shade, snow and plumes of gold, A bird of mist in the gloom of the forest, without limits. A vision, – Abyss of Light – Gantry of a memory. Do not be distant, Come and rest...
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