Written poetry:
O INSTANTE
Tudo bem?
É apenas um solstício
Vermelho
Un instante que me enseña que el pasado no llegará y que el futuro ya se fue
no está aquí
entro y no está allí
tal vez va a estuvo, o corre de sí..
para alcanzar el invierno en primavera y la sequía de las playas en abril
saldrá el sol cuando se esconda en las montañas
amaré cuando me queme con el aire
y el fuego apagué el río
quieto, con la corriente
crecerán las plantas muertas
Y tu vientre sumirá
la semilla desterrada
de los sueños que vivimos
y lo vivido que soñé
Tudo bom
Anda só
Que você está desse jeito
Mas é luz
De outra cor
SALVAJE
Me gustaría ser pantera
sin que me pregunten
por qué soy negra, fiera o faldera
Ser golondrina que a todo vuela
Sin pensar que es imposible
ni es de viajeras
Me gustaría ser camaleón
para esconderme y estar bien sola
sin necedad de una intervención
Reírme tan alto como una hiena
sin que se burlen
ni me carguen y saquen
por la puerta trasera
Lo que daría por ser como eso que llamamos salvaje
Mija, hasta mis deudas
Agarraría y me iría corriendo
como gacela
hasta perderme y no pensar..
Con tal de siempre ver por mi tercer ojo, me quedo ciega del otro par
Ciega en la selva
donde no importa
ni cómo soy
BLANKET OF SNOW
The poem is here
It's right at the deepest you can dig in
After all the sorrow and pain
After all the laughter and games
After all the love you thought you could share
Particles blending and dancing like serpentines
Bubbles exploding
Is someone else here?
I only blend in
Merged with the silence, calmness, and tears
I can't remember the last time I said goodbye to all of my fears
Send them to heaven,
smashed them with light
Space introduces, but after a while,
it breaks and fades off
like a blanket of snow..
Oh welcome my lovely, my darling, you're here!
You have never left me
What a relief
To now know that you're with me, in me, and within
NUDE
Nude within a body
I was laying on the ground
Caressing with my skin the volcanic sand
It was about 95º Farenheits
My eyes looked like two crystal marbles
for I realized I had lived a lie:
someone wasn’t something
but a time zone splitted psyche
So I peeled down all my robes
my porous leaves
and all my thoughts
Thus in the raw I laid there flaming
barely sentient
me nude was aching
LUNA
La Luna cae, parecía de-ses-pe-ra-da
Hay quienes dicen:
“No aguantaba más a la noche, se le veía nerviosa , de mala gana.”
Y bueno, después de toda fiesta, buena o no, hay que limpiar.
Luna, mija, ven o ya verás
¿Qué no quieres volver para esta noche?
Pues órale, de patitas en la calle, te me vas
Cuando vuelvas ya verás
Perdón, Luna, pero es que no nos puedes abandonar
Aunque claro, entiendo, estarás ya harta de esperar
Pero es que no va a haber más estaciones, marea, ni los lobos tendrán a quien aullar
¿Cómo se supone que voy a hacer las cuentas de mi ciclo menstrual?
En fin, Luna, te entiendo
Mira, vete y ya
La noche exige, harás lo que tengas que hacer..
No puedes atraparte en un lugar como aquí
Luna, esta noche hubiera molado un montón verte
pero va a molar también sin ti
LONG LOVE RUN
I’ve just missed out a long love run
or I just sent it to fuck off
Not in a way you’d slam the door
but like an antbear says hello
then sucks the anthill and grins with joy
Oh my love, we’ll meet, I’m sure
And I’ll just want to devour you, eat a you whole
We’ll fuse together in such a glee
to then dive deep in much muck you see
Oh dear our endings feel so dreadful
makes me hate myself, unchain my ego
Then you disappear..
Our paths won’t cross in the next few years
Our brightening fight will have its rest
and both ourselves might disconnect
get lost in pills, mushrooms or pints
Maybe I’m judging too much,
it’s so not clear
All I know is I’ve just missed out a long love run
Doesn’t even matter
I didn’t warm up
But before the whistle I knew
with you
I would have lost
DEATH SLAM
A black wrapped tamal jumping from hand to hand
An ending celebration to a body that has left us by
No need for tears or fears spreading out
The party just started, everyone is invited to be part of the death slam
Only requisite to participate is a black cloth, a shiny cuffing
and to most conveniently
die
OBJECTS (ode to Jim Morrison)
Are we objects of a higher meaning?
Do we make sense of our own life?
This place can have everything, come on, I’ll show you
Look, pay attention and fasten seat belt while seated
The devil’s in the details
Or what do you mean by god?
See the consequences of thoughts and actions
No, no.. come on
Is everybody here? A nonsense suffering dream is about to begin
The souls of golden anarchists play hide and seek
You’ll think everyone and everything is against you
And so there’s no need to lead..
Your own ending won’t concern you,
for you’ll believe what your news feed wants to tell you
Still you’re afraid..
Thoughts like free love, compassion, and new faith might start to be heard
But you’ll refuse to play, won’t you?
What will you die for?
Your stories say nothing at all
I called you to announce life as we know it, now I’m calling you to create the life we all desire
Yet might not stilll deserve
Like liquid night, straight from a rich man’s glass
This place has everything
Lavatories included
Takes off and landings
Come on, I’ll show you
ON
Do you ever fall apart?
Like when a snowflake becomes black
Like a light worm turning off
Or bright moonlight subdued by fog
When it happens I cry down
for all I cherish and miss out
Suddenly I feel a lightning ball
crashing all over my bones
One eye opens, next there’s two
big wide windows
reminiscing of oneself’s view
MULTIVERSE
After the senses there's us
Silence reveals what our mouth doesn't speak
A wave what a line cannot limit
and wholeness one's eternal delirium
I only wish to go back to the place where birds seem to float, flowers bloom, and your eyes twinkle
Take me where they talk the universal language
where I won't judge you, and I' ll accept of me all
Where my believes grow wings and escape from me flying, breaking clouds..
And so my chest will explode
for I won't fit in my body, nor emotions, what are those?
It's only me understanding, through the lenses of god
Your iris diminishing
Pupil growing, expanding to such depth
that we'll get swallowed in one ultimate breath