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.

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.

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.

232

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.

229

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.

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.

215

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.

201

Atmosphere

Soon after having floated on air

am I sure of what I urgently need -

is to have a short, brief break,

a brief break from the fact

that you're too far away;

that some days it happens

that non-physical distance

would stand for as a breath of fresh air

for these burning lungs of mine,

absolutely fed up with the wait

for this ridiculuous time difference

to be somehow shortened

because of the unbearable lack of touches

because of the paralinguistic being scarce

because of the intanglible being none.

197

Steady

No steady path to follow,

yet I  find it easy

to follow you footsteps

we're covered in mud, I know,

and the path path turns blurry.

Mud turns into quicksand,

will we this hindrance overcome?

I'm all for it, let's give it a try,

I'm all for us.

Let's save ourselves

before concrete we become,

for is it a way better idea

than in a lime kiln getting burnt.

194

Venus

Frozen sculptures melt down,

after having waited for a while

until she notices her being

lavishly staring at that structure,

closely contemplating her moves,

in dreams am I undressing you.

No one knows this, none;

only two to be honest,

a treasured secret shall I keep,

indeed it will unless you give me a kiss.

191

Mindset

The history of your being

it is compressed in your mindset

whilst your facial features

describe you in full detail

like rose petals for me you undress,

what can you perceive in me?

Do you notice each mole, shade,

my physical aspect, my orality,

how I deal with reality?

Neither do I wish to stop mentioning

all I represent, my natural beauty.

All in all, what is that you see?

Sometimes, quite often I wonder

if you examine this body

through the same lens I do

whenever I think of you.

189

Beauty

Your highly inspiring beauty

it makes my rhymes crumble,

it provokes a sense of exhaustion for verses

as though words went trekking

there, completely alone in the jungle.

Whispering to me those words

I do encounter that raylight,

such mysterious guidelines.

Finally your name do I learn,

with you comes the how and when.

188

Sunny

The sun carefully placed

upon my bald head

in spite of the inability

feeling like reaching it looks real -

as if it were there

as if its only reason

as if its sole purpose

was to love me

was to provide me

with all of its energy

abundant powerful rays.

No extraordinary ssuperheroe

is able to be spotted here

this is just me, a sunrise lover

tenderly allowing the sun

to wake me up with a caress.

186

Smell

Every single smell

inevitably reminds me

of you intangible chest;

every single moan

it is an echo

buzzing in the cold;

every single touch,

without a doubt triggers

that thought of the non materialised.

The eternal contradiction

of your (non) existing

it utterly drives me insane;

it is fever running through my veins,

it is beneath me eroding,

yet like lava violently erupting.

182

Compass

From time to time

the evidence seems to indicate

everything is fine

everything is fun and games,

indeed are we cooled down.

Irrespectfully for others, though,

one another are we smiling,

yet damned reality bites

it is no man's land;

where is the compass?

174

Coldness

The weather's so cold

I'd better put on a coat.

Nontheless, it is widely known

that my earnest desire now

is to get intimate with your soul;

that what I crave for in fact

is our wildest dreams to surpass.

Where is meditation?

Shall we meet tonight?

I'll be here, waiting,

I've got plenty of time.

170

Blurry Hollogram

What kind of blurry hollogram

have I become recently?

Quite vaguely can I describe

why I feel so contradictory.

What am I now certain to solve

is the physical change going on;

this kind of manifesto

of my utter, true intentions.

Not anymore am I sure

of what I really want,

and to be brutally honest

no other choice have I got.

Maybe the glass is half empty,

maybe all I see is negativity.

What concerns me most

is, however, happen to hurt them all.

To  all the people I know,

to the nearest and dearest

to this puzzled heart of mine.

Peace of mind, please here land.

168

Newness

You all of a sudden got me

constantly thinking of you -

your pale skin,

your traumatised neck,

your electric gaze;

it is because of you

that I can believe

in the dreadful human race.

If only could I be there,

neverending stories being chased

as at each other we stare

as we madly in love we fall.

I just cannot, cannot help it -

our branches effortlessly intertwining

our foreigner roots already colliding,

and long before we knew,

our souls interested in meeting up,

unintendedly harder than we could

making it through day and night,

incessantly beginning to demistify.

165

Pale complexion

He had a pale complexion,

as he resembled full moon -

paperlike whiteness, though fragile.

Everywhen we met up

soon after that early preview

we dated three days

carefully glancing at each other

we could then notice

a small fire being lightened.

How was I supposed

to forget those headphones,

that strong parfum

in which I foresaw

our future vaticinated?

This sounds a bit unscrambled.

However, it is the sequence of events,

the events I describe;

the lack of order,

the abundance of desire,

how we began liking,

how we began learning

every day from each other.

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.