Thursday, September 29, 2016

Witlessly wishful

I want to hate you
but I won't when I find myself
carving to the core of my memory
peeling out the callouses of other loves
out-casting an evolving numb heart
Crying a green weep
when I want not to love you
when I want to gravely hurt you
and punish you
and I also want to wait for you
afterwards.

New old S

Nada es nuevo.
Ensayo la respuesta.

Plata que hiere la frente
Lágrimas que brotan
del cerrojo

Escondo el acto entre los dedos
la tela que llevo puesta

Y dejo todo en su lugar

Pero has escapado
Cumplirás una condena
sólo por mi capricho.

Dance

Ordinary, everyday shared life everyone dares to live all over the world and the life of her.
Many elongated lines that thinly grow over the course of time are drawn by the ones that chose to live.
The necessary desire of a life that overlaps the routine renders these intricate lines.

Hers has rhythm: fog, fire, delirium.

She dances. Every second in harmony while typing, cooking, resting, fucking.
There is aesthetic motion in everything she does.
A silent allure impossible to escape from and that everyone notices.

To those fortunate adventurers, there she is:
Dance and dive in while you still can.

09.29.2016

El corazón donde te llevo
te bendice
pues no has sido perfecto,
o simplemente no has sido.

Este corazón y sus deseos,
morirán al realizarse
en otro corazón.