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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

164

Foggy

Though that foggy dirty little glass

do I take notice of your peeping.

As I wander around the forest

don't you dare to come over;

you just stare still and wonder

when you'll get the perfect chance

to catch a glimpse of my naked body.

Hey, but you need not worry;

babe, you already got me.

No one makes me feel like you,

is it all day you what I yearn to do.

There's no moment matter of factly

I stop imagining you scent in the morning,

the colour, the texture of your touching me,

how I would shiver were our hands

at last happen to meet up.

So don't you miss the chance,

though it feels flatered to be observed,

I'd like to go a bit forward.

step out of the window now.

Come out and join me today,

let's explore unknown lands

together, hand in hand.

163

Nymphs

I break the laws of gravity

Geronimo can't jump now,

and as Newton astonishingly watches

I meet those beautiful nymphs,

they take me, we fly to their house.

They are harmonically singing,

I like where this is going.

I'm eating their tunes out.

Now they so loudly laugh,

they so romantically moan.

Quite abruptly, though, then

the alarm clock yells.

156

Hollogram

A blurry hollogram

an imagine that is not,

and although I approach

it seems impossible to go on.

So, all this having been said,

what is real would I rather get

even when it is a scarce rain.

In the end it might be palpable

to every single sense.

Unfortunately though,

that is not enough

for must I abort that mission,

unless it remains some lust

in order for us to connect,

otherwise the effort shall be in vain

Consequently do I remain in limbo,

exactly the place I was before.

Like this, only like this

I keep truthful to my soul.

134

Appreciation

The only appreciated,

acceptable human being

I could possible be

is that kind

who allows herself to live,

who is always thirsty

of meaningful experiences

carefully treasuring;

the one who, last but not least,

allows herself to set free

no matter whatever

may come out of it.

133

Uncertainty

Something must be going on,

I'm just uncertain, though

about admitting this or not;

how about letting it flow?

I'm mad about you.

I can't believe it,

that I've waited for so long

to find the precise words

to describe how I feel

every time I catch a glimpse

of your post metal style

glancing at everything...

everything but me.

131

Greyish

Days pass like a disgrace,

every depiction of life looks grey,

and flowers have no smell

unless you are out there.

I urgently ask for your presence,

nothing here looks the same,

I think about you night and day -

your poems are like fresh air.

130

A new adventure

° Unforeseen circumstances

they weaken its soft soul

all that shine erodes beneath it

until it trespasses its soul. °

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A chaotic creature,

it is brand new to me,

into its sea I venture

I look for its hopes and fears.

It's highly ambitious

hardly ever can it be stopped;

nothing could be undone

unless it feels totally lost.

However, perfect synchronisation

is not such a huge target,

but we perform it like professionals,

even with that "A" in scarlet.

121

Poetry

Today these weak lines
are being plainly written
for you to go back to your field,
to return to that holy paradise
you've always belonged to.

I definitely find you amusing,
here every word you combine
is a pleasure for my darkened heart,
immense satisfaction with them
I actually seem to find.

Never cease to amaze me,
down on my knees I am begging,
sorely do I need your poems
like humans need water
after running ten kilometres.

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Flo(we)r

Sailing through the desert,

calling you by your name,

saying hello as I wave my hand

even though I can hardly see your face.

The sky now is clear and blue,

so my perspective pretty much improves,

and I really do hope

you'll be able to see me, too.