lunes, 16 de mayo de 2022

So that was to commute...

Some years ago, I decided

 to write in English

in order to have no words enough,

then to be honest.


The truth is

this space is full of the need to grab

those imposible things

I was obsessed to.


(Don't be cofussed,

I am still obsessed).


But crossing these years

I went through turbulence

I read books about the possibility

of traveling within dimensions,

and I did so.


Now,

since I have lost everything I was referring to,

It's time to find out what I took.


I have a picture,

just a picture in mind.

It's kind of a memory,

out of the time, out of the space.


Always appears commuting.

12 minutes, round trip.


Not the tags, not the flowers

not the evenings, or dinner rituals

maybe a recipee does

definitely not the boyfriend

not the plans.


I just can recall 

a picture,

when I am definitely not grasping

my good old position, 

our cheer,

those words.


It's just

I jump over you

and you grab me back

so hard.





martes, 27 de octubre de 2020

topic: adventure, business and some healthcare

One of my latest wishes is
a bundle of syringes
injecting a clasp deep inside of me
not to be out there 
not to be around
anymore.

I am pinned down
and my accomplice's enemy.
Making up with my own tears
what a crude thing!
it fits with the social media
yet not my plans:
One day I will make for timber places
scorching feelings until downing on you
downing on you
downing on you.

I'm giving birth another memory
lacking in memento
full of fasting, acres and tags
lot of tags, please.
I love tagging
I attempted you, I've never attained you
- obviously-
but come off it! tag is the only proof
i grabbed something
a swamp, a lover (a boyfriend)
in the middle of the time.

Simply put:
once, something was achieved
out there,
around.

jueves, 5 de septiembre de 2019

Landscapes undermined,
Dungeos sharpened.

I don't know where to fit now
as the body was a jail
which i could run from.

My home never rained, and it rained.
My pain never was care, and he cared.

But if he cared, why he pained me.

Light halvened.
High-pitched silence.

Running has to come to an end.

Where to return now
if everything is wet
even the iron bars.

domingo, 28 de julio de 2019

Throbbing inside your stomach,
gulping the rest of the epic cathedral of lure
it does not matter your answer.

I was the princess of a homeland of dizzling flag.

Republic of Being Choosen,
zigzagging your innermorst brain tissue,
fantasizing about a stupid storm
--not a big opportunity to anything.
I don't miss things that I will miss in dreams.

I will be back in town,
newspapers will endorse me (almost sure),
they will talk about your strange way of chewing.

I know you are disguising the shivering.

Throbbing inside your stomach,

you ate me,

enjoy the warmth of the heartbeat,

the only one you will feel.

jueves, 14 de marzo de 2019

Watching TV, I saw my mum
having a sprouted flower on the head
just because it's March or
there's a cachepot at the background of the room.

I mean: I don't mind if I'm not recognizing the beauty,

because I'm building up the niceness;
I don't mind if I can't reach the truth,
because I'm talking about the good things.

Maybe tomorrow we will be the dust

of a star that never bornt - which anyway could be just a Shallow
(sorry for the Pop Culture)
-no depth, no insights, not you-at-anytime
at everyone
at every birthmark
at every planter.
Or maybe today we are The Bright
that nobody knows where it could be from
measured by the scale of the dragon -who cares
I don't speak dragonian, I only feel a blaze.

Watching the magazines, you won't discover me

and it consoles me
just because it's March or
there must be a yield inside my mum.

I mean: I don't mind if I'm not beautiful

not even true
because I find myself out talking about the good things.

viernes, 22 de febrero de 2019

From my belly to your workplace
I'm just walking
through the process of becoming 
real
finding dwellers who wave me
then inmediately enter back their home

searching for a minute
to moult my touchiness
into an EXCELable and settled stuff

hiding a dying sparrow under a giggling

wow, it's quite difficult
but I'm keeping on the way

staying in silence
talking pragmaticaly
being perfect at your breaks
surprising you with a homemade lunch
perfectly laid out a cute soulless box
giving you my no matter everything

still made up, covered, daubed, waterproofed

treating to become bodily appart from my body

to get you this time.