302

Fire

Sun, set me on fire

sweating, water

that's what we sense

lack of breeze in between.

Sun, set me on fire

I can't take it any longer

if I'm meant to survive

I want that by my side.

300

Colourful

Colourful sunsets,

they mean so much to me.

Lifeless, distracted people

unable to perceive

how many colours

the sky provides.

Nothing can they feel,

something I cannot believe.

Me, no need to travel,

no need to use a spying glass

in order to quietly sit down

and carefully observe

all this while crying

all this while daydreaming.

I wish one fine day

their phones they will forget;

that day, they will fall in love

without bodies and hearts.

299

Black and White

Pitch black, darkness,

I can distinguish nothing

so I politely ask the stars

to light my reality up,

so what do I get?

Complete enlightenment

my eyes, my skin, my lips

all focused on me

my brain shuts down

so as to restore my heart

make it beat, come alive

I give in to heal

for this is just the start.

296

Chaos

I am the utter chaos

trying to conquer words

and I will continue

knocking at your door

whispering in your ear

the wind will bring butterflies

my voice will belong to the breeze

while that strange driving force

will make them fly

without them flapping their wings

chaos will free your mind

let me in, you will see

your hallway will turn wide.

295

A Bird

There are times

when I blame instinct

when I challenge fate,

but it doesn't means

nature's accepted the deal.

That's what took place

last night, you, standing there

totally indefense

mosquitoes biting your skin's,

taking your blood

waiting for your mum

who never showed up

I'm sorry I'm not your mum,

looking after you

wasn't enough;

you let yourself die

in search of dignity.

294

Foreigners

Foreigners now sharing

my connection with them exile

taking off has been considered

as a greater opportunity,

way better than loathing

for not finding the smile

I once looked for

at the very beginning.

293

Equinox

This equinox

this new moon

after hitting hard

new blood

being born

it all provided me

with a second chance

to admit what I did,

who I was,

needless to say

I must clarify

where I wish to go,

which the goals are

where the horizon resides,

where it is to be found.

292

Deepest

In my deepest dreams

I'm by your side

and share this thought;

that you look gorgeous

no matter fucking what,

all this while getting high

on your addictive skin.

I slowly take your T-shirt off

kiss your belly, your arms

I await and fall asleep upon you;

what else could I ask for?

290

Wrong

Everything goes wrong,

nothing left to do;

none of this due to stop.

I give myself in to the rhythm

indeed imposed by fear.

The sole act of giving up

means no more self harm

it means healing deep inside.

Hydration, morning fresh air;

nothing better than this

an open door, once again.

287

Impedimento

A un lado del ser me encuentro

impedimento el comunicar

me obstaculiza avanzar

pues no hay mayor barrera

que aquella de ser sin estar;

sé que siento,

sé que transpiro

estoy viva,

estoy consciente

en el medio del camino.

286

Between the lines

It is somehow necessary

to read between the lines

and see what is happening

since silence is a bliss

I take advantage of my blanks noticing how I breathe

and, completely out of the blue

I realise it is worth living

not at all am I in solitude,

but by nature surrounded.

285

Self portrait II

Indeed hope and death

rocks trembling all of a sudden

falling into the abyss

a blurred self portrait in my hand.

Uncontrollable quietness

the sky time after time provides

need not take soma

eyes wide open to life;

the inevitable occurs, happens -

still here, I just wander.

284

Desencuentro

Desencuentro

de un lado del muro estoy

intenta comunicar sobre el encierro

qué me provoca no avanzar

pues no hay mayor impedimento

que el de ser un estar.

Sé que siento

aunque no podría entenderlo

caminar no es sinónimo de moverse

de transitar el camino

qué te hace cuestionar

el mero desconcierto

de la verdad a ciegas.

283

Interludes

Peaceful instrumental interludes

some fresh air among voices

butterflies, hummingbirds, bees

they randomly flap their wings.

It's fussion, we collide

I find myself in a silent limbo,

who am I becoming into

towards the untimely end?

279

Trayectoria

La trayectoria de la luz

me encandila por completo

apenas descubro su figura

contoneándose la siento

en plena oscuridad la veo

no preguntes ni cómo ni por qué,

mi única seguridad es que sé

sé que se acerca el momento.

277

Gregor Samsa

Gregor Samsa almost there

breaking up with fiction,

travelling through ether

to fight against brain cells,

telling me to think twice

ordering me not to relapse

so that my unconscious mind

does not rule against all odds

it is not worth the effort

it is just one night stand.

274

Almodóvar

Life in contrast

through Almodóvar's eyes

his shades, his bright colours

I just love him

I cannot help it

scenes in loop

endlessly repeating,

yet never boring.

273

Thunderstorms

So afraid of thunderstorms

in boxes I tend to hide

so tempted to get out,

yet unable to calm down.

Please, come to me

join me on this journey

otherwise

the news will have told you

a deadly pattern of behaviour

has completely taken me.

272

Impediment

I can't seem to find the Sun

rainy weather is such an impediment

were I be able to clear up my mind

I would probably gust boundaries, lines.

What I can say is there are no borders

it is all about emotions how I perceive life through my lens,

it is all about unique standpoints.

271

Subjunctive

Wouldn't the Earth

be a much better place

if for a minute we called off

this autobiographical film?

Acting without selfishness,

becoming more empathic

conscious of the environment,

the habitat I live in looking after,

no specism no contradiction,

opening my heart a little 

giving love to this, my being,

finishing boycotting my body,

showing friends and lovers

I actually care about them

as much as I care about myself.

270

Value

Soft brownish skin

as a child I hated it

meaning my colour

once thought I was worthless,

inferior to other children;

such a dummy girl.

I am so valuable,

loved by my friends

desired by some others

who place their hands

over my tummy

claiming that my tegument

it gently wraps me

that I am such a beauty.

269

Right

The right moment

is when I feel like saying it;

feeling and not expressing

it is quite exhausting

an utter waste of time

and precious opportunities.

So nevermind, you know,

I miss you again, boy.

268

Loaded

love is that loaded gun

you pull the trigger, I'm done.

Sometimes I'm afraid to die

in that search to agonise;

that pursuit of communion

I might not come back, you know,

but you, just in case,

look at me straight in the eye

were the end one day come.

267

Shower

I miss you after the shower

I want you again, honey

your scent dancing in the dark

it makes me feel numb;

my mouth drooling over the floor,

let's get together, boy.

266

Togetherness

A sense of togetherness

that is nowhere to be found

my feelings up to date

spotted at this moment,

begging me to simply give up

"move on, your time is now".

Can't help it but writing

I'm on the verge of leaving

of unhappiness am I tired.

265

Reflection

My left hand on my belly

asking my conscience

to chill out and enjoy

the precise instant

when I stop relying on boys

as the one and only source

of satisfaction, of pleasure.

A lucky survivor,

once in the depths of despair,

not to be ruled anymore

I do love myself,

I embrace who I am

and today you're gonna learn

I'm not your doll.

264

Followers

You, followers,

you'll never read

manufactured lies

you see, I never say hi

in order to receive replies -

in your timeline I interrupt.

I prefer deep content

truth in my lines

being at my wit's end

to link ideas in my mind

instead of turning over

and produce insignificance

with the sole aim

of getting some likes.

263

A short story

I'm done with ending

I dislike pretending

that it's okay

to simply hide my pain

whilst making this way;

I'm not able to do that.

I want to be a little girl

at least once again

just to read our story,

click through pages

in restrospective,

then flash forward

to the chapter

where this never ends

so that we pretend

it's not over yet.

262

High Time

What's the time?

Isn't it high time

Winter left at once?

Now wearing military boots

all those jackets, jumpers,

warm black socks and shoes.

Perhaps it refuses to leave

it denies its existence

maybe it's that time of the year

when you're just in a hurry.

Running away from the past

looking forward to burying

what was not supposed to happen.

261

Sky

Morning breakfast, still brooding

about yesterday whilst constellations shine

during pitch black night, straight above us.

Aircrafts drawing sketches

bodies full of water and soul

outside, like a big bang

utterly deafening, not thinking clearly

totally unexpected, who cares anyway.

Years and years before humanity ruled

other organisms did coexist;

underrated, meaningless for others,

yet precious, by the world surrounded

Circled,we are aware.

260

Beetle

Time's running out

before and beneath me

fucking off, what I yearn for

becoming into a beetle

suddenly taking off

every time I feel too little

to fight any enormous war.

259

Talented

I am not actually talented

that term has never been present,

it has never crossed my mind

I do what I feel, I feel what I say.

Every sense of time and space

conjugated, translated into verses

eternal alumni, no professional light

but the sun in my eyes

the feelings bursting out

the ideas that come across

I am afraid and inspired, that's all.

258

Message

                                                    Universes of saltwater

                                                    Oceans, yet thirsty, non-potable

                                                    You carry water to lend.

                                                    Everyone's just observing

                                                    Knives stabbing me from behind

                                                    I only drink from your flask

                                                    Lakes, some moisture at last.

                                                    Litres of precious liquid inside

                                                    Lesson learnt but enjoyed

                                                    I adored having boiled for you.

                                                   Typhoons between my breasts,

                                                   Soaked, all was worth it.

                                                   Impermeable, never above me.

257

Shattering

On the verge of shattering

the wonderful world of words

they approach, come near

because they already know

soon I will utilise them

them, so joyfully inviting me

I take part in the feast

among syllables, rhymes,

homophones, false cognates.

We are all here for eating

for devouring one another,

not feeling advantageous

just living the moment

whilst marvellous stanzas

they shall materialise,

shaping up to dazzling smiles.

Coming from your mouth,

what else could I ask for?

I am not surprised,

no, not at all.

256

Self inflicted

Love making

self inflicted

upon my body

not always definite

I fancy souls

I hate spectacles

I prefer blurry vision

I admire differences

customised scenarios

to set myself free

from locks and cages.

255

Eyes

Never deprive me from your eyes

I want to gaze at them
as you do it with mine.

Every time I read your lines

I look in my pocket of, there we are,

relentlessly carrying me, is it you,

whilst your prose, your tongue

very well is it tanunting me

causing my comeback

I cannot take it anymore

come kiss me, boy.

254

Sunsets

Sunsets are not the same

no, baby, not at all.

Neither is my soul, non-stop

you know, time fucking flies

hark! tick tock tick tock

What time is it now?

Is it soon or is it too late for us,

for me to come and sit by your side?

252

Anniversary

Three years have been

since I began a new lifestyle -

walking around the world

totally make up free.

Of course it soon expired,

yet none of that matters.

It is like dropping a mask,

a time consuming costume at last.

I know people do not really mind.

Trust me on this one,

people their own film star

you are just a cameo in their lives.

250

Influence

disturb my sight with a tiny smile

scan my thoughts with your wisdom

predict my movements each time desire returns

torute my prejudice my black veil

make me love your madness

make me staarve without your mouth

so that by the end of the day

I always come back to your house/heart

so that by the end of the times

my admiration for you escalates

249

Abduction

Abducted by your darkness

your stream of consciousness

I am so thrilled, I wake up,

losing the cliff heights,

no lighthouse, no lantern

your extinct love fire

missing you, needing you,

pondering the possibility

of losing that unique and only

poetic point of view.

248

Muse

My muse, my wet dream

in here there's a limbo

among brutal nightmares.

Abducted by darkness -

damn, lust yells at night.

I'm so afraid to wake up

missing you, needing you,

but oh no, night also comes

asking me for a second ride

and, speaking in tongues,

it craves for self love.

247

Science

Developing a customised theoretical framework

for such a simple yet emotional glimpse,

making carefully selected observations

in order not to commit further regretful errors.

Conducting and repeating trials -

carrying out experiments just in case.

Gathering meaningful information

your gaze tests emotional strength.

All this to verify my very own predictions,

that I am such a soulful mess.

246

Rainforest

I am plainly soaking wet

no longer may I recognise

the game I should play,

or who I really am,

I am my only making through the day,

as I shed skin and fur,

I become into a different shape.

Even until today

humidity can be smelled

now the Lloró rainforest

having taking place here,

having become an animal, me,

violently do I flap my wings,

yet peacefully do I close my eyes.

Approaching stars, they are shining,

among lightbulbs, beetles

I perceive shades of colours -

turquoise, blue, orange, green;

I notices shades of meaning -

watch, gaze, look, glance, see.

245

Mourning III

Si algo comprendí

a lo largo de estas semanas,

para mi sorpresa cuatro

de este espantoso hiato

es que aún me encantás,

me gustás demasiado,

sin embargo

no puede ser, no será,

pues aquello que me gusta

es la idea que me hice de vos.

No soy la misma,

no pretendo mirar hacia atrás.

La situación me hace infeliz,

de mismo modo

la distancia emociona,

la distancia geográfica.

Me atraés con fuerza magnética,

no lo intentaré negar;

seguís siendo mi musa inspiradora

aún en la oscuridad,

en total clandestinidad,

la de mis sábanas

aunque me resista con uñas y dientes

a la posibilidad de regresar.

Tal vez nuestras ramas

se tomaron licencia

de crecer en forma desmedida,

se fueron, se alejaron,

en otra realidad se encuentran ahora.

Tal vez vaya siendo hora

del lazo espiritual

al fin quebrantar,

tal vez sea tiempo

de antes del verano

las ramas llegar a podar.

244

Mourning II

Me trago los sentimientos

casi que guardo dolor

cual ampolla de pus,

como si mi corazón

fuera un chaleco antibalas

sin amor para vos;

cuando en verdad no es tal

la fortaleza en mi alma.

A veces, debo admitirlo,

fantaseo con sentirlo así.

Tengo hambre,

tengo sed,

soy tan vulnerable

me desespera

no saber

qué

hacer;

pues me acostumbré,

tales necesidades las cubría

el propio ser,

luego por mutuo cariño,

antaño inconmensurable.

Una vez más en este lugar

me he quedado en cero-

Extenuada me siento

no hay energía

no hay predisposición

para pasarla un poco mejor;

sólo siento que extraño,

pero hace falta más,

mucho más que eso

para volver a considerarlo

otro posible tormento.

Me devoro los sentimientos

sin agua, sin anestesia los trago,

te muestro como si no,

indiferencia hacia lo que ocurrió;

nada más alejado de la realidad.

Total normalidad,

nada para proyectar.

Pura intuición acá,

mas porto esa certeza

de que el mareo puedo soportar.

¿A ver hasta cuándo,

a ver para cuándo

seguir repitiendo y no marchar?

243

Mourning I

Aún no lo descifro,

causales, variables,

cansancio, frustración.

Un paradigma harto relativo

áquel que se me presentó –

¿Quién habrá sido

ese monumental vencedor?

Ya no descarto nada

tal vez fueron los dos.

De todos modos

poco de esto ya importa,

pues me reduje a cero.

Incolora, nula, inerte;

aquí un desierto yace.

242

Loop

An infinite loop or creative process

that so much is it involved

when splitting the atom,

the nucleus of paradigms,

of self-imposed lies;

thus final final stop for the status quo

conformed by archaistic knives.

Now breaking up, not grouping,

like a driving force here bursting;

never more miracles shall I crave,

for what comes next will remain

only insofar as it becomes

utterly incessant and necessary,

widely arguable to everybody

for me to keep on writing;

food for thought, delivery coming.