sábado, 30 de diciembre de 2017

Last poem



Do something beautiful


something that hurts and heals at the same time

bleed out

sink your head under the water

then, die.

Do something beautiful

& dies, any day. M




Sleepwalker



I'm doped
sometimes I lose control
the autonomy of my mind 
I'm 300 feet underground 
different paths 
different breeze 
different rain

I have been dreaming
without sleep
Where I have been? 

I can't turn this off 
I'm doped 
of reality. M


lunes, 20 de noviembre de 2017

u'r.




Freedom.

I need you to be real
I feel the cold on my feet after stepping on broken glass
I know you've been broken
for a long time ago


Love
Is to collect the pieces 
that you left on the road


I'm broken too
I am a puzzle
... I'm into the water
& floating in the air


I want to cover your spaces with my hands
enter into you
make out the puzzle. M




martes, 14 de noviembre de 2017

Mr. R. Blue Light


When we leave being children?
& stop running around the trees
you wanted to catch me, but you always let me win

I know, you love smoking weed
& you like drink alcohol any day of week
but, when I think of you, I see you reading
You have that same smile
you're going let me win

I take off my skirt
we will run between trees
& gonna let you win. M



jueves, 5 de octubre de 2017

Incinerate

Part II.


-¨It's true, you must be prepared when the moment arrives you¨ -

Sitting by the window, the birds are flying
with the breeze on they face: pure happiness
they don't run away.

Should we hold on to love when it hurts?
Life hurts, it's like a tiny pain, pulsating
Would you run away from life?
Or is slipping away?

Everything happens, and is transmuted
You are a passenger: traveling wide open

jumping with your covered eyes,
again and again
reaching vacuum.

How did we meet ourselves?
fulls of life
burning us
couldn't stay our hands away
and living in that gaze of yours

How did we find ourselves so far apart?
dreamed of you, like always dream: my curse.

It's funny how love fades
you look at it and it doesn't burn you
Now it's: incinerated. M


Incinerate

Part I.

-¨Things are rarely what they seem¨-

Came to calm,
I felt the assemble of his despite with mine
He with his gaze waiting for me.
Now I hope he
don't die in the ephemeral of life. M



domingo, 30 de julio de 2017

Vie




¨La razón habla y el sentimiento muerde.¨ Francisco Petrarca

Y entonces sujete la manija de la puerta
Tratando de sostener tú esencia, en mi lóbulo temporal
No me importa lo racional, solo lo que es verdadero
Las hojas de los árboles caen
Entre las gotas de lluvia dulce
Y tú recuerdo en mis cabellos
Observo la espuma flotante en el mar
Pequeños recuerdos de mis amantes
Sumergidos entre la ola del océano
Apartándose

La vida es apreciar lo real de la existencia
Un lapso sincero de libertad
El arte que llevamos dentro. M





domingo, 4 de junio de 2017

Snowflake

-¨The answer arrives, eventually¨-

Winter
it capturing everything, for a little moment
Crystallized
On sleepless nights, 
winter comes to me
It crystallize moments
I feel immobile
In memory, everything is covered in white
Everything is covered in snow
I'm sleeping on 
My skin doesn't feel your cold
At this moment 
Am a snowflake. M







sábado, 13 de mayo de 2017

Mr. Sailor



I don't know what you're doing today. 
what you did yesterday 
Or what you will do in the last years of your life 
I coincided with you only once. 
I must let love surprise me again 
Look for the last heat, but it isn't there, 
Cupid will shoot me again 
Then, I will touch another skin 
& other lips. 

Mr. Sailor, I would have liked to see your wet face
After a rainy day
Dance until your stomach hurts 
& kiss you, until you know that I don't want another love 
Or touch another skin 
I just want to be on your lips 
Again. M


sábado, 22 de abril de 2017

lunes, 17 de abril de 2017

Solitude jingle



In silent
Your mind is in silent

In the morning, you weren't in the bed
I can't say goodbye
No, when you're no longer there 
I feel your non-existence

In silent
My mind is in silent

I can't cry
& my heart beats slow

In silent
I sing to the loneliness. M



miércoles, 12 de abril de 2017

Someone missing



I waked naked, started to walking
with the rising sun, I walk fast to touch its rays 
I was bathed for night.
In the river, my hair had a small crystals 
& in my skin, inside, large thorns, I pull them
& the end, there was a white flower
but I, let her go.  M



sábado, 14 de enero de 2017

Mirror


I wonder if my old self would know the answers that I'm looking for,
When lived with my family & I didn't forget what I had reading
& breaking memories was simpler.
I don't be stuck mom, it's just that off and on, I don't find myself in the mirror. M


sábado, 7 de enero de 2017

Blueberry song



¨It's easier to go with the wind, between violins, on a winter morning, when you know that everything is dead & cold.¨


Cry down in rain,to simulate dew on the face
it's better forget, I guess

People always incoherent & offensive
fearful of the truth, disastrous with the bustle.
Rough

But if I have to say something, I will say it
I will not let freeze into my throat
Life makes no excuses

It's true that I always walk towards the moon
& the only thing I have is my blueberry song
I know it's not easy understand me
& understand us at once

It becomes increasingly difficult to hear how the silence comes
& the warmth of winter
When you go & time erases your eyes from my mind
& you, the notes with I touched you. M