miércoles, 12 de septiembre de 2012

Surya


Humo…

Se escapa,
Etéreo
Se expande,
Tenue
Se eleva,
Liviano

Humo...

Se tuerce,
Feroz
Se impregna,
Espeso
Se muere,
Salvaje



Enciéndeme...

Quémame
Abrásame
Calcíname
Y exhálame

jueves, 26 de julio de 2012

It seems like...

You became so accustomed
to having always been spoonfed
that today you do not appreciate,
nor therefore deserve,
what is given to you.

The question I always wanted to ask you was:
Have you ever struggled hard for anything in your life?

I am so relieved
that it did not go
any further with you.


And it will go nowhere,
I am absolutely certain.

Because that bond you talked about...
It never existed.
But, after all,
I still can look at myself in the mirror.

If you do not like
what stands before you,
I will not change it.

I will keep looking for something
which is worth fighting for in life.

miércoles, 21 de marzo de 2012

Nunca sobra amor

Cuando sonríes, cierras tus ojitos tristes.
Quiero que me digas qué fue lo que viste.

Y que la lengua dé forma a la expresión
cuyo sonido ya libre de temblor
a rodillas y corazones embiste.


Y que dibujes en mí tus amplios labios,
que asomen esos colmillos afilados.
Y que brillen más que tus ojitos tristes.

¿Qué más quiero? Quererte ya más no puedo.
Te di la mano de mi corazón ciego.

jueves, 26 de enero de 2012

Asphyxia

Sometimes I like thinking
that the air that touches my lips
has already been in your mouth.


Sometimes I like feeling
that the air that I breathe
was once your breath.
And when I breathe in,
I breathe you in,
and I feel you are inside me.

In every breath,
I breathe you
in and out.
I take you
and exhale you,
continuously.

But you never leave me.
You are always around...
surrounding me.


Then I feel I am not good
because I let you go all the time.

But I know well that if I hold you in...
too much...
my soul will end up out of me.

domingo, 22 de enero de 2012

This is life

So many times I hush when wishing to tell how good you are...
Just because I think it's the best for us if I don't tell.
None of us is naive. You want to go on, and I want to slow down.
In the end, we both will crash and get hurt.
And one more time, I will blame myself.


'This is life'
Is that all you have to say...?