©Irene Trejo


Written poetry:






Tudo bem?

É apenas um solstício



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


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.


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 cant remember the last time I said goodbye to all of my fears
Send them to heaven, 
smashed them with light
Space introduce, 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 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.


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.



Hoy por primera vez me sentí una misma con la vida;

lo digo en el sentido de que me olvidé de mí.

No hubo distinción ni con el viento, ni con tu risa.

El calor cubrió mi cuerpo hasta llegar a punto de ebullición,

sin peligro de desparrame.

Me olvidé de la prudencia y en su lugar llego algo más;

una alarmante semejanza a la decisión e inclinación por la inocencia.

A la base de la cotidianidad; a la proveedora de cada aliento, roce, estado,

y santo milagro.

No querida, nadie te puede quitar vida.

Pasa que crees que, como ola, viene y va.

Pero si abres bien los ojos, por la mía, que ahí está.

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


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.



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



Mejor que la vida te toque y te conmueva.

Que no haya objeto limitante. Amor sin trabas,

mujer querida y verdadera.

¿Qué dirán mamá, papá, tía y la vecina? Sei la...

El amor no es amor si no se da sin restricciones,

sin murmullos... menina sem tristezas.

Amar y ser amada. Tremenda y colorada.

Sin piernas amarradas, ni almas amargadas.

Mejor que la vida te toque y te conmueva.

Que no haya objeto limitante.

Sem o vácuo.

Amor sin trabas. Mujer querida,

mujer amada, mujer que ama.



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.


Pon atención, no te la creas.
Ve, observa, escucha, y luego elige. Siempre.

Every new wave is a chance to emerge again, to feel like the breeze of the ocean seems to feel: the perfect combination of the seen and the unseen, the image of the contradiction we live in. Ambivalent souls. And the sky, and the ground, and the sun with the moon, all you.
Tú cada vez menos tú.
Siempre brisa.



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


When loneliness becomes accompaniment,

closing your eyes turns into sight,

and tears transform into grins..

Last night the lights went out and emptiness introduced.

Oh, it was so polite, thought it said it came to fight.

To blow up all my thoughts and destroy all sense of loss.

It said in its absence I wouldn’t last, and if so it’d be so fast, without a clue of breath, nor life.

So I allowed myself not being.

Only thought on my mind was: “Hey, who this? I often see you, but hide under your thin, soft skin”.

Avoiding questioning, welcoming, and so starting to flood. It’s just a matter of years for thin, soft skin to start to stink like rotten blood.

My lips tremble, I feel so weak.

Perhaps space removes all thoughts, and brings up truth at its foremost.

For so I recon, like it or not, we’re here to follow, same as a dog, our profoundest need.

The one we mostly have no notice of.