Versus

Tendí la mano 

y no pude estrecharte, 

consolar el temblor de 

tus lágrimas, amortiguar 

el suelo en que no terminas

de caer por siempre jamás.

Tragos de lágrimas,

desgarros de la historia

que fuimos, a contrapié 

en ocasiones, en amor 

tantas otras pocas.

El tiempo diluye intenciones, 

emociones,

futuro y pasado, 

bajo un omnipresente 

yo, sobrevivo,

hasta cuándo, por dónde, 

sin, so. sobre y tras.

 

Eramos

Un sórdido negocio
competitivo.
La agresión de lo que
tienes y consigues
en banquetes podridos
a 6 euros la gamba,
a mayor gloria de los
gin tonics que aguanté
lenguas antes de trabarse
de cariños viejos
y acabados lances.
Ansiada por mostrar
cómo, cuánto, qué,
omitiendo
quién y por qué.
Deja el derrame

poluto 

del amor cobarde
donde aleja lo que no
quiere mirarse a la cara
por no verse,
tan alejados
de estar cerca

Forever

Alice, Alicia, fell

no sight in front nor inside her.

Capital letters tumbledeed and days went by, 

hardly whispering

could be heard clocks

pouring second rabbits,

falling deeply upside down

pastel coloured and piano notes

freely dancing

throughout leaves and butterflies dreamed,

taking a bike ride could shelter

above smiling clouds,

green grass when you stepped on

the path in so many books and adventures.

Shipped far away from

kings and longing crowns into pieces, 

strawberry craving from

the unrevealed time of your

forever

shy unique smile

Esperas

Que nada haya cambiado, 

qué mi nombre siga ahí,

impronunciable.

Que sigamos hablando,

como si tal cosa,

siempre puedes

dejarme en una esquina,

apretar las mandíbulas

y tragar mi odio

diluido en indeleble

desamor.

Friendly

I could perform
a usual behaviour,
unspoken words
self realised into
nowhere, a perfect
place where meeting
presumes to be possible,
blinded in lonely lies,
presumptions of living.
I played cheating
games of your false truth,
a one way pathetic path while
life goes on without idea
of a meaning just the feeling
of losing it by.
So many questions, attempts,
while I longed to darken
my old devil moons.
I was, so I did, friendly
close enough to see the whole
of the emptiness
in your poor nature.
Compassion, that old stage
where I played my predictable
role in a new version
of my own failure, do learn,
do not speak anymore,
just show me it away,
just close to me never
hurrying back into
love sickness and approvals.

Another world

Where cannot hide wounds,
open-eyed free from old
conventions. You are past,
I have no more time to waste
me into your poor dreams.
Behind your fears, I found myself
once alone and you silently
deny what is proved, pretending
we were sometime ones
who longed and belonged
to each other.
Gulliver is on the top
of the hill, it will
depend on how fast I run away
he will not be
a giant anymore, now
that my shadow is my only past

Betrayal

Used to be used,
kind and tamed
such a game.
Expected words and
the curse, of course,
suspicious back to
be killed, raped, muted,
guilty of your poor
miserable soul,
abandoned at
your whim, unspoken
among your clumsy words,
half complaints,
half self-compassion,
above your complacency.
Demanding my time,
taking my flesh for granted,
obliging my silence.
I knew the end at the very
begging, though I allowed
me to spend some time
nothing is left