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