(needs music) If you're far away I don't want to miss you but there are new leaves growing on the tree, if you are near I just want to look into your eyes and dance because ...
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-1- What is real? A hug is real the taste of lost kisses is not Time is not real desire is real. When you look at me it's real if you touch me, I don't know if it's real whe...
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I am seated in my white chair watching the moon grow It is as if today finally you are looking at me. You are the enigmatic face of night you closed one eye and with the ot...
And what if when I close the curtains behind the window everything disappears and when I am sleeping my heart stops to save beats ((( Crazy you are crazy a voice tells me and I a...
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Now I am a rabbit I jump the fence landing nearby and I fall into a deep dream like Alice in that country… Now I am a snail in the restless ear of a girl who thinks she hears t...
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What separates me from death are socks and love songs the sip of wine, olives and the ladder of feathers we invent in every conversation. What separates me from death is the...
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Two blue birds visit me in dreams one standing on the edge of my shoulder the other above on my head visit me at the same time they do not look each other they do not know ...
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Who knows what love is? Has anyone seen it lately? … A strange insect of twenty one legs and fourteen mouths cecum to the gut dead drunk in constant rehab … If you ...
Looking is all we have to give sometimes all we have to receive. Looking is the infinite of ephemeral things and at the same time it is the end of the permanent. The only immortality...
I grab a memory I look at it I do not recognize it I wrinkle it making it a crumpled paper ball and throwing it into the paper trash. I grab another memory and the same t...
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I am invisible I move into nothing my body is made of memories I am the every day with my troubles and my sleepless nights I'm blood cell skin I am my interior noise mix...
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A blue light emanates from the silence we are an island traveling in a labyrinth of a dream bodies accustomed to the waves that time leaves in its steps, we are the echoes of what...
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When my mother died the earth showed me its true aroma the sea spoke to me in its true language the fire and water embraced me with their true music when my mother died. © ...
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Welcome to enjoy the best shoot-outs on and off the big screen welcome to smile at the helicopters passing over the backyards to make it clear that fear exists welcome to experi...
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I am going to create a ceremony to the glass you drank from I will dance around the silverware you used to eat with I will save forever the napkin that touched your lips. I am a ...
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Map on the skin the treasure found written in time Weaving clouds adventure in the sky kiss on the womb Rooted the water on fire flying it fruits in your body You take ...
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I don’t want to walk down the street in fear I want to sing as I walk I want to dance if I feel like it I don’t want you to clap my mouth shut because I am singing or because yo...
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And the intangible .... finally reached my fingers I could touch caress push disentwine and there it stood looking at me from its intangibleness from its blueness from its infinite cu...
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(...) “Poesía se está, callada, escuchando su propia voz.” Martín Adán * (1) It opens rises I stop breathing for a moment seems like a party undefined color. ...
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I want to knock on your door but I cannot find my hands I think I forgot them in that dream where I caressed the nape of your neck after having hugged your back for hours or maybe my ha...
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After my mother died I thought I could make music with any object pass through doors without opening them and even eat bread without the bread existing. It’s not a matter of grieving o...
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Today the skeletons occupied the city they seized thousands of faces promenading their smiles all over. I saw my grandmother Elena in the body of a boy playing the tambourine without st...
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"The end of the world will be today" advertise bus posters and radio programs "The End of the World” is a phrase that reminds me of childhood My grandmother, who was very devout and w...
Awakening is a color the silence an aroma the embrace a song for my soul Awakening is a color the silence an aroma the embrace a song for my soul Awakening is a color the silence an a...
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four seasons four elements four cardinal points four way road rail-road-cros-sing four hands four arms four legs four walls four looks like a house without a roof and so that �...