we used to say

whispers

we used to say
i love you
in flames

we used to burn
i love yous

no hope
or a whisper
of hope

you will be
where you are now

i will be
alone
as always
as forever
as never

we used to say
we would be One

you are the one
you are the one
we used to say

now
candle in the night

storms of reality
raining of past tense
raining of past
as nothing

we used to say
i love you forever

i love you i say
i love you i say
i love you i say

echoes
echoes
echoes
echoes

Vanished / appeared

twilights

many nights

of thought

love

eternal

The Victory


Twin nights

eternity flows


here and there
then

always

appeared

dissapeared

vanished in time
vanished in space

for all times
for our time
without time

the space
there is no space
between us

Us
Us

Vanish
Appearing

Desappearing

Appearing

WORDS

no meaning

tele

gra

phic

appear

love

appears

at the most
unespected

time

and place

love has no place
love has no respect

appears
disappears

images
of you
nude
bright light

oh god
it´s you

vanishing
appearing

through my eyes
i sense

the fading world
upon us

us
us

there
there

do you see
do you see yourself
in my eyes

do you see yourself
in my self

?

see me
see me

vanished
appearing

vanishing again

in you

What to do

Your eyes
the dream of the dream

sleeping beauty of brightness

you

your eyes, your nose, your mouth

breathing you
i breathe

breathing you
i live

mirrors
no mirrors

i can see you
just as you are

everything
is possible

you came

you are here

you are there

everywhere

you are this words

you are my words

you are the meaning

you remind me of life

you remind me of my life

the one i had lost

somewhere

in this chaotic times

in this time without time

running time

stupid time

you are my time

you are my years to come

you are the years i wait

for you

i knew you

i knew i will see you

again

and there you are

and here we are

what to do

what do do

loving you

loving you

white ideas

white and peaceful home

the space

the space between us

is this wanting

is this future

is this present time

what to do

love

love me

love you

love you

love me

what to do

what to do

i dont know

be with you

be you

be you

be

be

be

damn it, i love you

You

the reflection of you
my idea of you

your reality

You

I am you

I am in love with me

You

Inside of me
there is you

the clear drop in my soul

the idea

the sensation

tomorrow

is now

you

me

no mirrors

we are the ones

we are one

separate ways

or the same road

in this winter

you came to give me

your soul

but you got me

in your hands

in your tomorrows

in your now

DAMN IT
I LOVE YOU

damn it
you are the one

and i have no choice
but letting you go

your way


I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU

DAMN IT

I LOVE YOU

fires

the end of the world
happened a long ago
not so long ago

years and years
of human beings illusions

lying on the truth
the never ending truth

everyone has the truth

faith

faiths

no faith

no rules

the land of the free
is everywhere

you can do whatever you want

if you have power

much better

these are your rules
this is your world

you were a child
you are a child

you haven´t grown
a bit

fire inside
fire forever
fire without the fire
of life

this was the world
this was the end of the world
the end of words

fire
smoke

the beginning of times

I wil tell you

I will tell you about bunkers

About people running out of lives

I will tell you about trees

ignored and falling

I will tell you about the heart

That it´s all about blood

engines

energy

life

I would tell you

but you don´t care

I will tell you

about language

and the way

you are killing

yourself

it´s the same

as love.

There, right there

there

right there

in the middle of somewhere

of nowhere

here

no here

where

wearing that really short short red dress

enable me


right there

to the left

what is left of me

and you


but you

persevere

in your you´s

ignoring what you are

and who

and why



There

the moment of truth

the tiny moment of truth

as your dress

reflecting

your eyes reflecting Mars

and the universe of love



There

right here

where nothing is what it seems

where you think poetry

still exists


Poetry never existed

Poetry never will

has no will

it just is


And there you are

nude

and the world

doesn´t need

anything

else

but

you


There

muscular crepuscular she

Muscular
Crepuscular
The sun
You
Writing
Poetry

I knew a girl
A poet girl
A poem of a girl

A warning of a girl

Beware of a she poet
For she can bite your soul

She goes me me me me me me
And me
But not me
She talks with herself

Beautiful
Brilliant
She is in love

With herself

No room for someone else

No room for others worlds and words

Crespuscular

Ocular

Maybe bi-nocular

Poetry
Is nothing

This poem
It´s not suppose to be
A poem

Poetry is dead

Dead

Is

Poetry

Muscular
As
One heart
As
ONE hell
Of
An
Ass

Cute

She thinks she listens
But she doesn´t

I am
Between the lines

I am
Between
The beginning
And the end

Of myself

Autumn

Leaves falling
Pieces of sun falling down

Me
Leave

Im
living
myself
not
leaving
not
yet

I
Pass
I
Deconstruct
Language
Myself

Find
She says
fine
If that´s what you want

No one will understand
No one

Ever

Me me me me me

You
Poetry

Muscular
Crepuscular
I see my son
Dying in front of my soul

Poetry
Crepuscular
Crepuscular

She
She
She

me
me
me

Dis Cover Me

Dis Cover me

they say I am yours

Now

What´s the meaning of the color?
What´s the meaning of colors?

I thought it was my protector
from the sun
you see

I love you with thunders of love
Oh love
Oh love

You are different
completly different
from me

Why?
Why not?

What´s the color of love?
Red

It is really red?
Have you seen it?

People in advertising say it is

red

red and with a fat angel carrying a heart
a heart that doesn´t resemble a real heart

My love
I want to be black
I want to be black with you
like you

Today
I am blue

Dis Cover Me
Dis Cover Me

love

they say im yours now
they say im your slave

love

dis Cover Me

I want to be free

like you

Do you really love me?

Set me free

Yes ter night and morrows

"You know: a landscape is what you never know"-Joseph Brodsky




Yesternight
I was you
I dressed like you

yesternight and morrows
throwing
arrows

I followed the silence of the streets
and look for the eyes that watched me
engrossed

I was what I really wanted to
What you wanted me to be

yesternight and morrows
throwing
sorrows

I´ve had it all
I do as I want

Yestermorrow
I will become
myself

yes ter night and
morrows

Transit

"The language marches in step with the executioners./ Therefore we must get a new language" Tomas Tranströmer

"I am transparent
and writing becomes visible
inside me" Tomas Tranströmer




I am the transit
I am transit and transitorial

cars floating on mirrors of rain
little lights inside them
little people perhaps

but no souls


no souls on the road
no souls

words in our mind
do not appear in letters
types of letters

you don´t write letters anymore
you write me mails
I write a blog

the new letters

letters appear in front of me
as I pronounced them
because I want to
not because it has to be

nothing has to be
and yet
we dwell inside our lonely cars
in search
of that being

we are what we are
are we what we are
we are language
language created everything

if God Is
is language

Transit
red lights you can ignore
john coltrane music
floates

I am transit
I hope Trans poetry wins
I hope we recreate hope
with means
and actions

not only words

this time
poetry has to do things
make something new out of something

this time
is the same time

nothing has changed
the orange sun
in the horizon of your eyes

home

language is lost in it´s lonely rooms

The man who never in his mind and thoughts travel'd to heaven is no artist.” -William Blake.


I perceive you
persevere you

language is lost in it´s lonely rooms
everybody is fuckin crazy
in the illusion of re creating wars
of words

words are the same
we have destroyed their meanings

Significant changes

Tranströmer will maybe win the Nobel Prize
who gives a damn

I give a damn

I give a damn damn about language

so I say fuck

Inmaculate times, no

everything vanishes

these poems are broken
trying to find their poetry lost

these poems are post poems
post mortem poems

the poetry in them is the ignored
pulse

the electric nano thunder through
your brain

I travel a lot
being all around

crazy
lost
sinner
thinker
stupid

selling my life
in order to feel independent

we all sell something

travel
the world is smaller
the world is the same world anywhere
there´s no difference

there´s a you
there´a a me
and there´s sex

think about it
perceive it

language
creator
language
in significance

these are the lines
of a continuum
this is the same poem

but there is no
poetry

this is the same poem

until the end
until the end

shout don´t shout, leave

OOOOOOOOOOOH

OOOH

shout

don´t

O

floating words

careless

to say anything

nothing

less

leave tonight

don´t want to see you

again

never

AAH

AAAAAAH

water

listen

water

at the beginning of your river

you

flow

run

do not save the heart

do not save the world

Leave

Leave right now this office

pick your shit

and get out

Leave

Leaver

leave right now this house

pick you shit

and get out

OOOh
AAAh

leaver

let

me

live

Don´t shout

I´ll shout

Ssshhhout
Ssshhhout

sssshhhh
sssshhhh

out
out

ou

t

full O near by

full full
moon
near by

rivers of memories
standing by

they are going to go
they are already gone

because of you
because you didn´t mind
at all

moon moon
lonely moon
greedy moon

you are not romantic
you ll never be

you dont give a shit

you just take the sun´s glow
and shine

and say its all yours
everything

and everyone stand there
to give you what you want

and you dont care
you never have to

full moon
full sadness
full goodbye

definitive
definitive
infinitive

infinite sadness
of mine

infinite nothingness
of mind

you dont exist
love is not what you think

it is never
what you think

moon
moon
i hate you

moon

full nothing
full zero
full O

full me
fool me

no more

i loved you
so
so
much

O

the new sun
the new soon

the new poetry
it is behind poetry
its in the poem
after the poem
a glance of the poem

its not the poem

recording passages
letters
your face
your body
embodied
as words

its not the poem
its the poetry in it

hiding
running

the light after blindness

the moon
the cool moon
the indifferent moon

the one
the on

the Oh

the O


O

to do it right to do it ray (scratch it)

i justjustjust
justjust wanna wanna
break it down

i justjustwannawanna
break it
break it
break it down

cloudy cities
the mighty sounding storm

i don´t give a
i don´t give a

clouds above my head
raining in my head
raining in my mind

it may represent
it may represent

let´s see how you represent that
let´s see how ya represent tha
le see ow ya represe tha

you do it
you you you you do
it
do it
do it right
do it all right

ah ah ah

let´s see how you represent that

my rainy ideas in my cloudy hearts
too many hearts
too many hurts hurts hurtings

to do it right
to make it right

it´s just just just
it´s just

i wanna wanna
cloud
mind
i wanna wanna
break
break it down

to do it right
to do it this time

right
to do it ray

shadow light & the name of the darkness heart

Shadows
Shadows unfold
shadows untold

your heart
flood
of sensations
perceptions

never eclipsed your days
where your memory walked

shadow
at the brightest blackness
where everything that we call things
began

shhhhhhh
a door
a door
many doors in the night of your body
nine
nine doors

shadow light & the name of the darkness heart
evolve
while my brain-dream creates
incredible nothings

shallow shadows
shame on you shadows
silent shadow nights
without
without
you

every you
that come to my bed
every night
and remember me
all that i have lost

all the killing dreams
all the killer waitings

shadow light & the name of the darkness heart
beats

everything is gone
you are gone
that´s for sure

shadow night
I swear on my heart
this heart that i hold
in my hands

I swear never
never again
never you
never again

no more waiting
in the shadows
for your shadow

shadow light & your name
for the last time

no more
never more
never

i swear









image thomas jackson photograph

what is this

What is this
This is a chair
And you used to be there

What is this
This is a bed
And you used to be there

What is this
This is my soul
And you used to be there


What is this
It´s a circle of fire
In the heart of the heart
It´s desolation
Alone alone in desolation

What is this
It´s a voice from deep under
The kissed sign of your breath

The mellow tune backwards,
In return
The days of future coming close
Passing passing the past and truth
It´s the “no tomorrow”
It´s the “no sun”

Lonely lonely only lonely

The wind of goodbyes,
Eternal goodbyes
Your name a wave of winds
That away never swirls

The record of the time
The presence I can´t heal
The image in my hands
Carrying water, blood and leaves

So, what is this
In my deepest night
That i can´t leave behind
It´s your face
It´s your mind
Your mind in mine

What is this
What is there
What is YOU
What is ME
What is MISSING
What is Wanting to forget
What is Wanting to forgive

What is this hole of me
What is the whole of me
What is this not having you
What is this waiting
What is this time that never pass
And laughs aloud
Writing your name in black

What is this
It´s just a chair
What is this
It´s just our worlds
It´s just words

Wha
Wha
Wha
Wha




image: david lynch art.

pilgrim in my eye

I need a pilgrim
I need a pilgrim
I need a pilgrim in my eye

your sensitive touch
your tiny feet
running invisible
through my heart´s fields

I need a pilgrim
I need a pilgrim
I need a pilgrim in my eye

blood red skies
skin´s lighting drops
moon black moon insight
dreamin´this starry night

I need a pilgrim
I need a pilgrim in my eye

I see you
deep inside
deep deep waters
and screaming lights

I need a pilgrim
to scare your naked image away
I can´t, I think
I can, I say, there´s no other way



I need a pilgrim
I need a pilgrim
in my eye

Dee Dawn

Dee Dawn
drives fast through the nighmares road
Dee Dawn Dee Dawn dee dawn

Dee Dee Dawn
is down
on her lover´s weapon of blood
Dee Dawn Dee Dawn dee dawn

Dee Dee Dawn
she´s thrown, rain and battle guilt
crushes alone

Through the truth I will run
A man with no eyes in front of a tree, she saw
He sawed
He sawed
a tree
of silence

the car runs through the darkness road
there´s no one at all
he will never come back
she will never come back

She´s alone
Dee Dee is alone
Dee Dee Dawn dee dee doo
Dee Dee
down down
Dee Dee doo

BUT THIS IS NOT POETRY

i would sense your body from miles
but this is not poetry
a ray of thought would descend upon our improbable future
but this is not poetry

i think about your body in the shadows of remebrance
i touch images spoken spreading your perfume
i write kissable words in your body of stars
i talk in tongues in your tongue

nothing can keep me away from you
i can not even think about it
because you are me
because im you

but this is not poetry
and im not me

this is poetics no poetic times

this is the place where no place is available unless is Space
this is the poem of the no poem
this is the time written
and forgotten
words
no art words
this is the place where the extint
resides: poetry
art
this is now here
this is no where
this is no were
this is no wear
this is no war
this is no wow

let me talk

let me talk
talk

talktalk

about my soul

so
so
so
soul

souless
so U
so U

souless than me
my refugee of me

my flying feelings
my birds of crying
my pray for freedom

U
my kingdom

my queen
so queen
so quiet
so keen

let me talk
i will say nothing
not a thing
that you don´t
understand

MAKE A STAND

make me
make my love
make love to me
make love again

re create love
let me talk
i´m stuck

with you
in you
for you

talk
talk
talk

who are you

"hand of dreams" image by david lynch

no poetics no poet no nothing at all

no more
no more poetics
no more room for poetics

no room
no space
no time por poetics

no artist
no poet

this is the place
where you have to show
without saying anything

poems that say no
poems that say nothing
poems that say no saying yes
poems that are everywhere
and nowhere

nowhere is the place
for the new poetics

not being a poet
being a real poet

not for anyone
not for everybody

and for everyone

poetics
the last
the end

the nothing
the no
the thing

the real being
inner being

no poetics
´cause poetry has no place
never had
never will

poetics
the house
of the lonely
souls
of the words
without
world