Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Que se yo?
Sé, de la piadosa caricia
Que dos soledades se dan al juntar un amanecer
Sé, de las múltiples semiosis del silencio
Luego de la pregunta del amor
Sé, de los besos guardados
En bocas sin memoria en calurosas noches de verano
Pero también sé, si que sé
De la envidia con la que miro
Las caricias que se dan dos cuerpos que se desconocen
Sí que sé,
Del silencio que como réproba respuesta
Se escribe en un rostro
Luego de la pregunta sobre el amor
Pero por sobretodo sé
Del odio con el que aún guardo
Los besos para las desmemoriadas bocas
Que no han sabido encontrarme
Lecciones de vida
Me enseñaron los cuerpos para resignarme a uno
Me enseñaron la caricia
Para condicionarla a mi comportamiento
Me enseñaron el beso
Para tirarlo pálido a cambio de unas monedas
Me enseñaron el amor
Sin decirme que podía volverse costumbre
Y me encerraron al final
En el cuerpo único al que vuelvo cada noche
En la angustia con la que espero
La caria que asiente o reprueba mis acciones
Y en las monedas que nunca alcanzan
Para desacostumbrarse del mismo amor.
Me enseñaron la caricia
Para condicionarla a mi comportamiento
Me enseñaron el beso
Para tirarlo pálido a cambio de unas monedas
Me enseñaron el amor
Sin decirme que podía volverse costumbre
Y me encerraron al final
En el cuerpo único al que vuelvo cada noche
En la angustia con la que espero
La caria que asiente o reprueba mis acciones
Y en las monedas que nunca alcanzan
Para desacostumbrarse del mismo amor.
Friday, November 24, 2006
How you should love me
Do not love me
As if you have all the time to do it
Or a thousand lovers were waiting for you outside.
Love me with the strength
With which gravity is pulling down your breast
With the white stripes of hair
That although the monthly L’Oreal keep on returning.
Love me with the stains
That time started to shape on your hands
And the deepness of your wrinkles
As if I were the last one of your lovers
Your passage to adulthood .
As if you have all the time to do it
Or a thousand lovers were waiting for you outside.
Love me with the strength
With which gravity is pulling down your breast
With the white stripes of hair
That although the monthly L’Oreal keep on returning.
Love me with the stains
That time started to shape on your hands
And the deepness of your wrinkles
As if I were the last one of your lovers
Your passage to adulthood .
Monday, November 13, 2006
My Politician Friend
If I only could trust what you say!
And adamantly share your beliefs.
If I only could join that emotion of yours
When you talk about the big words like justice,
democracy or liberty.
But there is something on your eyes
Or is it in mine?
That does not allow me to rely on your words
Something on the tone of your voice
That sounds like a song out of tempo and grace
Being repeated over an over again.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Fallen Body
Between smokes
He saw the last breath of life on her eyes,
While thinking that everything was over.
Unaware he was of the accruing hate that was building
Among the mournings of her body
-Even before they knew about his action-
With every layer of flesh that the bullet went through.
He saw the last breath of life on her eyes,
While thinking that everything was over.
Unaware he was of the accruing hate that was building
Among the mournings of her body
-Even before they knew about his action-
With every layer of flesh that the bullet went through.
Monday, November 06, 2006
Colombia
One day we are going to be called
The saddest memory of this country
Our time is going to be named
The darkest epoch on this country’s time
But for now, let’s pretend that we believe what is said
About sides, parties and ideologies.
Let’s fight until none of us
On either side stand.
So that those who will call us the darkest epoch
Can start from our shames and fallen bodies
As testaments of our stupidity
So that nobody, ever, even consider to die or kill for an idea.
The saddest memory of this country
Our time is going to be named
The darkest epoch on this country’s time
But for now, let’s pretend that we believe what is said
About sides, parties and ideologies.
Let’s fight until none of us
On either side stand.
So that those who will call us the darkest epoch
Can start from our shames and fallen bodies
As testaments of our stupidity
So that nobody, ever, even consider to die or kill for an idea.
Letter To my Shooter
You tried to kill me
But there was too much life and strength on me
That your bullets did not harm me
I am still alive
But the wind behind every shot
Took away that strength that had me alive
Could you please bring it back to me?
Or do again your job
But please this time do not fail.
But there was too much life and strength on me
That your bullets did not harm me
I am still alive
But the wind behind every shot
Took away that strength that had me alive
Could you please bring it back to me?
Or do again your job
But please this time do not fail.
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