I will keep silent as long as you feel you're losing.

Amor Segunda Parte

I never talked about Love and I will never do because It does not exist. Maybe we can find something alike, but not exactly. Phenomena of your mind. That's what it is.

Those who don't believe in it seem to be the hopeless kind. Sorry, but... get a life.

Poem for Ray Bradbury

In a spaceship I am.
With nothing in between.
No moons nor stars. No cities nor nature.

Just darkness.

In which people are only ethereal beings
That only live in my head.
Why should I care who I was before
Or where am I heading?

When there is "no particular night or morning"

We're Gone

Fragile Seams
We have gone away
From this pristine place

I swear I had followed you,
but now we're lost
again.

Come back to me...

I feel so as a machine
In yourself, as we walk
And then, you ask me to come back
My friend, I'm afraid, to say
We're gone.

I failed in my attempt to
wash your brain.
I don't mind.
I won't disappear for a while
Let's go away, let's say we're gone.
Oh no, you're wrong,
That's a bad thing to do, I don't mind what they say.
Oh no, we need to go away, and again, again,
tell them We are Gone
away.

(Naked)

Feelings are eternal
Moments are Forever
Words are Moments

Forever

In that vast landscape with sparse trees and music smells,
There they were, scattered as little flashes and no spells, 


Sitting in the sun's shadow
They were all sitting or laying down, 
And all of their thoughts narrow
On which of them will wear the crown.


One of them has a long cloudy hair
In peace with her own spirit 
But there was something you could not bear
There was absolutely no light in it.


And she was sitting down.


The other one with the drone eyes
Needed to stop watching the sky.
Her mistakes were nice
But her truth made everyone cry.


And she was sitting down.


But the one who looked to the other side
was holding my hand.


Still, she was not looking at me
because she didn't feel my hand
but she knows she has me. 


And she was standing on her own two feet.

Wrong Roses

I was lost in all my poems
I couldn't find the light.
My ears were hurt from the noise that
came through the window.

He prefers to be
laying unconscious in the beach.
Maybe she's hoping to go back
and he... he thinks in getting her back.
She's such a queen for him
but I KNOW. It can't be me.