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The rain memory

The wet needles turn us into shadows, As the causality of gravity Gives birth to the earthquake Of our fantasy. Two puppets under the burning clouds, The slippery scalpel dissecting her fabric – like tearing electricity without science, The threads of time, The dance of knives – A hollow organ playing behind… … the wavesContinue reading “The rain memory”

Anton

Tras la malla húmeda de la noche, Dos sombras perforan la ciencia de Newton. La marea de sus órganos cimbrando el cenit de su ambrosía Que muere y renace con cada ola de su poesía. La tela empapada de sal, Sus negras agujas escurriendo en el relieve de su pasión . Un bisturí que purificaContinue reading “Anton”

Ashes

You screaming at me, me screaming at you, all that we hear is the fire burning within. “Don’t answer back at me”, you growl – an ultimatum. But there’s a fire inside me, languishing, extinguishing… swallowing the sounds I never dare to say. Alone in my thoughts I seek elsewhere support. Typing the unspoken words,Continue reading “Ashes”

Layers of Reality

Layer 1Living in a simulation, excess of meaning but shortness of air. Wandering among objects meant to satisfy our inner selves. The structure of reality is carefully constructed in front of us by architects. Senses that see. Senses that touch. But all is fake. Swirl of labyrinths hiding the true meaning within. There’s no redContinue reading “Layers of Reality”

Realidad I

Realidad. Ilusión. Una danza macabra entre la noche y el día. Un suave danzón a mediodía. Un frenético vals al oscurecer. Todo es simulación escondida detrás de la cotidianidad. Palabras. Voces. Nombres. Memorias. Un bombardeo continuo de significados transfigurados detrás del cristal mágico. Una carta. Dos cartas. Y ya olvidas su nombre. Solitario en laContinue reading “Realidad I”

a moment in the dark

her crescent moon shining secretly upon me, black weeds falling and creeping, dancing on the surface. a place where water, earth, and wind come together. the empty puddles connecting her smile, capturing tears I cannot see, still I’d yearn to seek. lost in a duel of patience, we let our eyes speak: three, two, one…Continue reading “a moment in the dark”

The False Prophet

1.0 Hope <body> Tim had let the genie out of the bottle. Connection, communication, a green field for innovation… and progress, he promised. Spiders in an invisible web, crawling and browsing across the Netscape. Time to call a friend, wait – I’ve got mail! The future was present. The vision of an open and freeContinue reading “The False Prophet”

Hunger

I was born hungry without anyone knowing. Hunger for learning why the sun rises in the morning. Curious kid in the neighborhood Nurturing his imagination asking questions about the truth: Scientist? Artist? Asking the wrong question. Please, stop. Let me continue in this state of awe. Stop, again. Can’t you see? That what I need,Continue reading “Hunger”

El instante previo enfrente del lago otoñal

Cúmulo de sentimientos forrados en tranquilidad que deleitan el alma, joven e ingenua del que observa. El nervio del volcán queriendo explotar dentro del tejido que llamamos cuerpo. Nos une con aquel destino por forjar. Porque lágrimas y risas son la seña del niño y niña queriendo salir a jugar en un mundo ya sinContinue reading “El instante previo enfrente del lago otoñal”

Arguments

Let me speak, I have lots to say even though I’m only eight. Meal is served on the table. Five of us around it watching news on the cable. How was today at school? All good, although I don’t believe in god. You’ll grow one day And you will learn. Smiling, he said. Well, theContinue reading “Arguments”