Monday 28 September 2015

If you don´t remember me

trunk corridor
I am.
I was.
You are.
If you don´t remember me,
you don´t need to.
Blurred images
on little pieces of paper.
Movements seen
by the corner of my eye.
Past, nude, wandering about
the well known corners of the house.
Absence is only another way
to replace things.
Emptiness can devour you
or lick you slowly  for nights.
Licking intimate places
turning shadows into flesh.
Succubus hungry of oblivion.
Emptiness is comfortable darkness
behind your eyes.
The rugged cliff
where I got lost.
You were.
I am.

Monday 21 September 2015

Creatures

wrapped balcony
Sad creatures.
Deformed
by dint of scratching
the scabs on their soul.
Badly loved.
Alone for vital imperative.
Dirty
of polish of
prematurely dead dreams.
Aborted, some of them.
Smelling like booze.
Bad alcohol.
The one to heal wounds.
Ancient children
behind glazed eyes.
Foggy.
Rainy.
Sad children
who flatten their hair
and hidden their eyes.
Adults of shaky souls.
Damned to exist.
Wandering in space and time.
Treading with their footsteps
the fleeting world surrounding them.
NOT surrounding them.

Monday 14 September 2015

Scream

graffiti behind a fence
Scream.
YES!
NO!
At the dark hidden corner.
Scream.
Mute.
The father honoring the favorite son.
Scream with pride.
And scream with anger.
Father.
Son.
Ghost...
Specter.
Only able to make
the well known shadows of the corner
pregnant of hopes.
Scream.
With pleasure.
With anger.
Hidden in necessary shadows
that mark white flesh
with red nails and teeth.
Wanting to run away
and wanting to become incarnate.
Being made flesh.
Blood.
Or cold stone...
Just to be.
To make substance present.
Just for hurting the soul
or the eyes...
To exist.

Monday 7 September 2015

Fitting

stone pavement with a hole
Fitting.
Finding the right gap.
The right moment.
The shiniest shoe.
The apple of the story.
BEING the shoe or the apple.
Trace your destiny
putting carefully your feet
in footprints forgotten on the sand.
Footprints from a absent owner
who lived or died to his fate.
Building future
with deformed mirages from the past,
with doubtful promises for tomorrow.
Believe.
Trust.
Find the gap, the crack to anchor your fingers.
The slightest moment to slip a glance.
Smile and agree.
As if you understood it.
As if you were right.
Being here.
Or there.
For appropriateness.
To fit.
Dreams where everything stay backwards.
Advance in free-fall.
Forward.
Downwards.
Run away.