La salida

Repudio lo que dices sobre las erratas en la sangre andante de tu roto corazón, una infeliz ánima atrapada en su purgatorio y tus plegarias constantes; ama y bebe el universo incompleto que termina indefinidamente cada vez que tu falsa y feroz mirada destruye la existencia de mi imperfecto ser, de mi escaso, incompleto e impaciente renacer.

Ecstasy

City smell filling my dreams, dreams lying on infinite ribbons and unreal poems, poems written in your skin telling the story of our future secret nights, nights of fire consumed by god, the ecstasy of our criminal stage and fake scars on painted walls.

Rounds

The Apocalypse,
an imaginary closure,
touching your unreal imitation
leads me to the ocean.
Wild waves and empty ships
flowing to the end of the world,
a friendly ending sin
where I lost my leading role.
Can it survive more than three rounds?
Furthermore, linger.
We will finally convene
here, again in Smyrna.

Duality, reality

I am the wind, frozen stone in the farthest beach of our town where I was built like this, with glass from the broken reality of two worlds, a violent cause, unfinished pragmatism. It is close to contempt but I am sceptical about the idea of breathing, shining, swaying back and back and, given that this was the sweetest movement in years, I perceived an inconvenient legend of modern hope, hence I was murdered, murdered by the ravishing miracle of life, dual characters, unfinished rails.     

Trenes

Frente a la luz de la muerte múltiple vi tres cadáveres vivos llenos de furia, muertes con propósito, destinos fatales en sueños que no tienen intérprete ni adoración.  Y esa blanca luz indomable llena de fantasía, sus palabras lentas y violentas, gritos imaginarios e indiferencia amorosa; incluso podría llevarla de la mano a mi madriguera y quitarle la vida a bocanadas y mordidas, matarla mientras estoy sobre ella o cuando, en la madrugada, todo vuelve a empezar. Te quedas, son movimientos sin sentido en este camino.