The 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 ArticleReflections…
Just as rain cleansed my words preserving them from doubt, I cried with her an eclipse of soul in the suburbs of delirium… ______ Así como la lluvia limpia mis palabras protegiéndolas de cualquier...
View ArticleIntervals / Intervalos
Amongst Wind and winds there is a weightless instant out of time without times on an extinct fast cloud broken down into reflections before a diaphanous flower living aloofness into my crystalline...
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 ArticleLife / Vida
Life is so simple that it explains itself, whispering smiley, telling a story as you pass, literally lightweight. Life is blind, transcendent, and from the depth at times dense, restlessly tempting....
View ArticleLuminous / Luminosa
The water glows, shines at midnight. It glows and I can not see the moon. Your eyes shine, stealing my pale and cold into the serenity of your lips. Your face glows glory being born in your eyes, far...
View ArticleSow me amid clouds / Siémbrame entre nubes
Howling into the darkness a voice of light, impetus leading to an ephemeral heaven . Oh, that light among vague memories that fails to give birth into a new age! Luminous sound in a sailing boat,...
View ArticleFirefly drifting / Luciérnaga a la deriva
When the fragility in a timid firefly bows to the wind, the day turns pale and yields aimlessly drifting in ravings, lonely of the world dying uncertain to the fabric of night, shivering restlessly to...
View Article“In Asylum”
I am seeking asylum my soul is bankrupt, leap into the void captive of a minstrel, a thousand voices die out among calm chains. My eyes find no respite, I sigh and stirred; Rest in a chord, on a...
View ArticleBrushstrokes / Pinceladas
Oh, Iridescent sky! you kiss the land in arched horizons, bathed in greenish conical mountains, brown moss and tuberose… - Sigh - … and in this tenuous labor the Sun emerges among cottony clouds, rises...
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