Dejar ir

Una tarea 

Permanente 

Dejar ir es

Llenar el

Espacio del

Recuerdo y

El deseo 

Con la ausencia 

Del futuro 

Es acercarse

A la distancia 

Entre el árbol 

Y la ventana 

Es abrir el

Portal de

La voz entre

La mente

Mensaje

Hacia el 

Momento

De verdad

Enfrente

Mío 

Dejar ir es

Alabanza

Silenciosa

Es cantar

Sin música 

Es perder

Todo y

No ser feliz 

No esperar

Sentimientos 

Ni emociones

Como recompensa 

Dejar ir no 

Es la muerte

Es el fin 

Último de 

La vida en 

Reposo y un

Puente

El puente

Nunca se

Cae

Pero

Siempre

Yacerá 

Todo

Bajo los

Pies y

Los ojos 

No necesitarán 

Testificarlo

El paso y

La meditación 

Son un

Viaje

Y entrar al

Alma y

Sus misterios 

Es al fin

Detenerse

Ante la

Respuesta 

Permanente 

Y cordial 

Tell me how to repot history

I was planted. My father took me out o the beach and all I remember, or should I say, what I told happened is l hit my head and lost consciousness. Later on a medium told me: you were planted. You died under the age of 5 and another life took over your body. Then I started taking ginkgo biloba pills to improve my memory and all I remember is having those vivid dreams. In one of them I was told: write. I know it was the devil. I tried to write. I’m unable to find my voice. Often times my voice is a gift to most women. I worked in radio. I could’ve been a great actor. I lie. But never been able for people to understand a word of what I say. And I wonder who is ultimately speaking. The presumptive dead child or the monster compelled by the devil to keep pulling chords of an unheard gospel lost in a maze. As this music flakes into an ear not even animals are breed to posses. I wander into this joke while I keep watering this grass that is long time gone.

Sálvame

De los ojos

Y sus palabras 

Omniscientes

Del miedo

Al amor

Perdido

Sálvame de olvidar 

Que entre cada día

Muere una version

Y se transfigura

Un rasgo de mi cuerpo

Último

Sálvame de encariñarme 

Con la vida

Y de entretener

Sueños permanentes 

Sólo quiero ver reír 

A los míos 

Y aceptar mis derrotas

Quiero dormir

Ligera

Y aprestarme sin zapatos

Ni orgullo

Al gran túnel

De luz y pastos. 

I

I always think of “I” first.

First sentence. “I”

My first word

I love you

I want

I live

Believe

I now

Have your scent

Wrapped around me

Veil that filters the

World

Your eyes

I have become dull

Simple

And my dreams and fears are

One.

I carry you

I carry you in my heart my dear.

E.E. Cummings say it to me first

And I longed to mean these words

For so long

I shared them to my little sister Marilyn 

As I cherished her against my

First instinct 

I have always wished the best for you

I have always wanted you for myself

At least a part of you 

The same part that held the last thread

To my desire to live

The thread that like a rope

Tied your soul to mine

Now the journey starts

We have a mission.

Forgive my redundancy 

My tireless insistence

I have lost my wit

I surrendered my self protectiveness 

To stay in your life

I want

I desire

I dream

I breath

And I am with you.