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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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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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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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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.