Piyo

Invoked memories. The salty bitterness. The disloyal kiss.

Going back is going wrong.

Now I see again. I recall that feeling. When bad days don't seem to end. Instead they ramify.

And the piercing, biting sorrow lies beneath.

Someday the smoke that your mouth gives off will cease to blur my bewildered dreams.

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

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.

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.

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.

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...?

Kin

There is an awkward image in front of me. I can't recognise such thin silhouette as mine.

Through the fog, I stare at a stranger. I am covered, she is covered. We look at each other with the same distrustful expression on the face. Quiet, still, silent. The fog does not move; everything is frozen.

I approach her. She is serious, and looks much older than me. Thin face and arms, naked shoulders. Our eyes wide open. She has something that belongs to me.

I feel repulsed by her appearance and I move back, slowly. She stares at me, quietly. It seems like her expression has not changed one bit. Suddenly, she starts taking off her cover, as mine begins to slide.

It finally falls, and the scene shows a naked woman. Her mature body shows no infant roundness. The history of human race seems to be written in her skin. And her fertile belly shows the readiness to give life.

She stares at me, silently. Her breast reminds me of the sex and the children I never had and never wanted. I approach her again, I try to touch her...

That is when my hand meets the mirror.