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Shower

I miss you after the shower

I want you again, honey

your scent dancing in the dark

it makes me feel numb;

my mouth drooling over the floor,

let's get together, boy.

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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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Mourning III

Si algo comprendí

a lo largo de estas semanas,

para mi sorpresa cuatro

de este espantoso hiato

es que aún me encantás,

me gustás demasiado,

sin embargo

no puede ser, no será,

pues aquello que me gusta

es la idea que me hice de vos.

No soy la misma,

no pretendo mirar hacia atrás.

La situación me hace infeliz,

de mismo modo

la distancia emociona,

la distancia geográfica.

Me atraés con fuerza magnética,

no lo intentaré negar;

seguís siendo mi musa inspiradora

aún en la oscuridad,

en total clandestinidad,

la de mis sábanas

aunque me resista con uñas y dientes

a la posibilidad de regresar.

Tal vez nuestras ramas

se tomaron licencia

de crecer en forma desmedida,

se fueron, se alejaron,

en otra realidad se encuentran ahora.

Tal vez vaya siendo hora

del lazo espiritual

al fin quebrantar,

tal vez sea tiempo

de antes del verano

las ramas llegar a podar.

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Mourning I

Aún no lo descifro,

causales, variables,

cansancio, frustración.

Un paradigma harto relativo

áquel que se me presentó –

¿Quién habrá sido

ese monumental vencedor?

Ya no descarto nada

tal vez fueron los dos.

De todos modos

poco de esto ya importa,

pues me reduje a cero.

Incolora, nula, inerte;

aquí un desierto yace.

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Diecisiete

Un día entero para llorar

con exactitud diecisiete horas

lloriqueando por lo que no fue.

Irrumpió con rayos y truenos

a la falacia libró su suerte

se desató la magia, la barbarie

de quienes odian las interrupciones

de quienes detestan ser detestados

de quienes gotea lo que no podrán desear.

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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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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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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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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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Your

Your accurate scaffolding

your positive rapport

your admirable frame of mind

everything we seem to have now;

everything but your body

I dunno connect with it.

I cannot reach it,

Something has been modified,

I'm so sorry, love.

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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.

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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.

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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.

167

Experience

You are still you

unless you lose yourself

and begin living

under your own rules,

when not caring any longer,

only in other people's skin

when it is necessary.

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Important

I could fill your deserted landscape

with delicate daffodils and violets

and slowly grow them in profusion.

I could express myself with pompous terms,

for each emotion accurate metaphors provide,

and explain the ambiguous chaos of our worlds.

But none of those things in fact matter,

to waste my time in search of phones and words,

not if it is impossible for me to hear you coming.

Please, slowly approach here,

to this holy, precious spot,

dunno make me yell anymore.

Come, smell my spring flowers,

come, settle in my autumnal garden,

come, I long to become your lover.

Embrace the unique opportunity

to make it to the unattainable ideal

to turn this utopia into something real.

Let's witness sparkling little light bulbs

so timidly shining in pitch dark;

let's give ourselves this special chance.

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Perpendicular

Perpendicular lines in our minds

make each other's appreciation hard,

our relationship so distant.

Nonetheless, this is my opinion

you should definitely approach;

come, kiss my holy spots.