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Lucid dream

My big lucid dream

is overcoming us;

for at least a little while -

living in peace,

finding some peace of mind.

I only want nothingness

for I have nothing here

I only want lack of time

to avoid reflecting upon the past.

Not much shall I find

if nothing spins around,

if no signal beams back.

However, neither hearing colours

nor trading with your tongue

seems to be a sensible option now.

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Contradictorio

Qué ganas de nosotres, ahora.

Ganas de mirarte, ahora.

De besarte, ahora.

Acariciarte, ahora.

Ahora.

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Querer desayunarle para mí

no es un evento menor.

Se puede vivir treinta días

sin comerle, sin arrepentimiento.

El margen es muy estrecho,

nos escapamos.

Un obstáculo,

les demás no me apetecen.

No me apetecen, no tanto.

No me apetecen nada.

Algún día, alguien será.

Alguien la maldición quebrará.

O no.

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Barco

Todos piden saltes del barco,

nadie sabe nada de nadar

ni siquiera sé si quiero

tal vez note que éste es el mar muerto

se hunde aquel barco,

aquél del que nunca hemos zarpado,

que no hay a dónde escapar

más que a los recuerdos, la memoria

de lo que no se ha concretado,

de lo que jamás se compartirá.

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Río

En la oscuridad,

en el calor de tu mano,

ahí me encontré

de nuestro camino

ya en la debacle,

de vuelta a nuestros cauces.

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Misterio

Esa eterna perdedora,

paciente potencial ganadora.

Nada se asemeja a no tenerte

y aunque nada obtuve

no dejo de vacilar

ante tu caja de pandora.

Los secretos que me escondiste,

aquéllos que nunca me confiaste;

los que porta tu máquina del misterio

e irrumpen en mí con un estruendo.

Todo se va a la mierda,

pues ya ni el recuerdo más diminuto

de tus silencios vale la pena.

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Repetición

Siempre repetías

cual loro entrenado

aquello que de mi boca salía.

Los piropos, duplicados,

las muestras de afecto

siempre fueron ecos.

Jugátela, demostrámelo,

decime que estoy errando

o tal vez no, mediante actos,

pero decime algo.

El suelo casi erosionado,

ayudame a salvarnos.

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Quietness

Nightime darkness,

silence quietness

providing me with a right

a kind of free pass,

thus without words,

without signs I can;

I allow myself to hide my tongue

to carefully lay below stars

and picture you and I

without us going bacj.

It is sensitive indeed

although not necessary enough

if thought twice.

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State of mind

Freedom is a state of mind

people would oftentimes claim,

now that is entirely debatable,

so who could I trust?

After having waited for so long

I still consider what to work on.

If you allow yourself

to give it a thought,

it is not so far fetched.

I truly miss some shadows

but if they are no reality,

neither is that prison, that anchor.

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Creativity

The creative process

that so much is it involved

when splitting the atom

of pressumptions, paradigms

thus ending with what's established

like a driving force here bursting,

breaking up, regrouping.

Miracles shall I never crave for

what comes will remain

only and insofar as it becomes

utterly unnecessary and touching,

completely arguable for everybody

for me to continue writing

food for thought at last arriving.

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Routine

I do not know

what to say exactly

but something is for sure

I am full of uncertainty.

Anguish is everyday here,

a clear reminiscence of the past.

I just go to bed,

I just go to sleep,

I just go to work,

all this totally inanimate.

I meet my duties,

yet unable to find peace of mind.

Routine is killing me,

thoughts slaughtering me,

this time maybe silence

may become an opportunity

in order to grow up.

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Astronomy

Astronomy in detail studying us

everyone a world under its sky.

The horizon carefully set,

it is a quiet, shy observer

before windy nights come.

The scenery so dark,

fucking myself up

messing with this, us.

Finally awaiting sunlight,

communication breakdown,

in silence holding on for instructions

here you and I are,

probably in the same boat

having so much fun.

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Resignation

Dizziness, low pressure

nothing clear at all

small remembrances

of what could have been

all this unless proved wrong.

Slowly dying

muting is my body

hard scalp left behind

as if for a moment now

a new person could I become.

Impurity resigning

so little to be done,

unwilling to be polished.

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Rolling

Long days,

not enough rest,

some precious sleep

perhaps should I get.

Moving forward

on the train I am

from where I belonged to

travelling backwards

on a journey to that city

where the present lies.

Rolling to and fro

on this vicious cycle,

vibes so high, so low.

Let us settle up,

let us forget recent past,

let us enjoy the ride,

let us enjoy this and now.

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Equilibrium

Equilibrium

between shades of life

has never been so difficult

as it seems right now.

I ought to go on,

but before this, first

breathe in harmony,

breathe out peace of mind.

Rollercoasters

please make them stop;

no more second rides,

stumbling upon the same stone

I yearn to get off

no more may I allow.

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Nothing

Nothing to be said,

nothing to be done,

nothing to carry out

when life is bottom up.

In the eye of this beholder

utterly atrocious

simply lousy

all this to describe

how awful my rhymes

actually look like

how disappointing they are

to my very eye.

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Threshold

As tresspassing the threshold

dividing me into past and present

a device rings in my pocket;

the voice that whispers tell me,

it implores me to forget about mud,

and get into the forest at once.

My only wish is letting go,

so I do my bet and exhale all sorrow.

I make my great entrance

I make it to the deeo woods,

and, allowing myself to step back

I smell the weed, thus I forget.

The past times seem to have gone,

so I utter "home sweet home"

matter-of-factly, though,

too much drama over nonsense

is up to the present my loyal escort.

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Unclear

Every minute, hour; day in, day out -

another grain salt settles to the salt flat.

Accumulated desire should not be left out.

All I crave is us holding hands

as we gaze at the spark in our eyes.

My insight, focus, not ambitious

barely do present days motivate me,
spinning on your orbit, my only mission
my fingerprintes upon your white sandy dunes -
a blurry future, both figures scarcely foreseen.

Neither do I expect to help you,
no do I expect you to help me.
I only want us to share our lives for a while,
I only want us to share the same space and time.
Let's get together for as long as we can.

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Permitido

La vida onírica

que me otorga permitidos

el estridente silencio

se apodera de esta sala

hasta que de repente percibo

tensión, color, represión

flujo y reflujo de deseo

que toma de rehén al presente

esta bocanada del pasado,

como si de pronto hubiese

razones para ser y estar

todo y nada a tu lado.