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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

241

Repetition II

I write

I write because I can’t lie;

I can’t lie

I can’t lie because I can’t find

a way of living

a way of not hesitating

a way of breathing

a way of coping with everything

a way of feeling without grabbing.

226

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.

223

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.

222

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.

220

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.

214

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.

211

Rainy Saturday night

I finally fet off the bus

that it's raining I realise;

but to be honest I don't mind.

"Changes", by A$AP Rocky,

the track being played;

I've noticed these differences,

both internally and externally

evident, not hiding at all -

I assume what it's going on,

to wear a mask I say "no more",

cold water do I contemplate

I smile at raindrops,

my mouth immediately opens,

my tongue eager to participate -

I want to drink the whole cloud

soaking wet, dunno hesitate

this precious, fresh nectar

I urgently need to taste.

209

Take a look

Sunshine

first thing in the morning

catch a glimpse of the sunlight

rays not entering yet.

Body

first thing in my bed

catch a glimpse of my body shape

my skin still there, invisible.

Take a look ar myself in the mirror

take a look at my body after August

take a look at this envelope

had to take a selfie

I had been exaggerating

got the wrong picture in Winter

for am I so beautiful.