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

Endless Dive

We are the freedom that we choose to be. M

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

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

Jungle

Learn all you can

& survives

If you can't, shoot yourself in the head. M

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

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