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febrero 2015

The shore

Alone she strolls, pensive steps on rocks
He once was there, wanders along the ardent shore
The saline exude his trace, she had not scented before
He emerges as she lusted for
his eyes recall hers
The semblance of both remain still
an unbreakable mirror
wanting the most
Remains not encountered though

Ellos

Dos pasos en retroceso
Enfermos de ira
Ahogados en paredes grises
Y gritos sordos
Lazos ya desconocidos
Por el descredito interminable
Los ojos miran, oyen de otras bocas
Mentes juzgan y siguen su camino
Alli van aquellos
Que de la nada hacen nada
Y creen todo

Cauce

En el verdor extraño

oigo una guitarra

a lo lejos

y viene y va

olor a rocío helado

es ese lugar

donde no recuerdo

me siento allí

nunca lo he visitado

no lo bailo

dejo que la corriente baile en mi

El hoyo

Esta tierra pisada

no es sino un hoyo negro

de verbos perdidos

miras y tropiezas

anhelas estrellas

aun desconocidas

desconozco aun mas

esta gente dormida

que celebra

míseras alegrías

egos y cínicos

de donde soy

a donde voy

Odd (based on a dream)

Exes are not supposes to be around. Though I was visiting one of them. He lived in a big old house with his divorced parents. His father was still thinking of a leftist revolution, his mother was spending her time trying on fashionable and colorful outfits. Sudddenly, there were a multitude in singing odd songs. They looked blissful but the feel of the songs was sad.
Then, the atmosphere changed and I found myself in a audition for a movie. I got enthusiastic and performed for the role of an insecure young woman. Actually I did not have any idea about the plot.
I took a rest and left the house for a while and walked in the middle of the night. The streets were empty and gloomy. Far from the house, I could see lights and dance music. There was a sort of an improvised disco, and  I stopped at to buy a cola.
Standing at the entrance, I was surrounded by three men pretending to buy some beer. I could see their shady clothing, their shoes and their hands but not their faces, the scare made me look down.
They told me to stand still. And the youngest of them pointed the gun to my head with his gun. He seemed full of rage, shouting at me, threatening me. I could see more of him than his partners. I glimpsed his nose and lips. I feared the worse.
His fellows were convincing him to leave as there was nothing to rob in the disco. But he was so obsessed with me. He would leave me alive but he hated me so he got back to point the gun to me again. This time I saw love inside the hate. I loved him too and asked him to stay, yet I did not see his eyes.
The police came and he kept threatening. He kissed me and then shot himself.

Pensando en que…

Descalza viajaba a la bahía y

destrocé los dibujos en una brisa

me conformé con tu silencio

diluido en una mirada fría

El deseo del invisible (microcuento basado en un sueño)

El invisible deseaba tenerla a toda costa. Ella dijo no, oscureció el cielo y levantó los mares y la cubrió. Le dejó una burbuja de aire para respirar por poco tiempo para que decidiera. Ella debió decir sí y los mares bajaron. Al verlo se decepcionó, era un humano cualquiera con un poco de poder.

En un pasillo

Las evasiones se disfrazan

y el cínico sonríe

esta buscando la excusa

se escuda en filosofias

No le importa los mares

derramados

su cauce estará seco

aireado, airoso

camina con sus manos limpias

 

con su aura confusa

de palabras rebuscadas

perdidas en un pasillo

Mirando hacia el horizonte…

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torettocorleone's Blog

Allí donde la mirada se pierde
viendo puntos inexactos
su mente mira hacia atrás
sobre sus pasos.

Cuantas cosas vividas
en tan corto tiempo
dolor en su alma
por tristes recuerdos.

Pasiones y amores falsos
que su mente veía ciertos
en su corazón y su alma
sabía que era el reflejo
de su inmadurez vivida
envuelta en el desespero.

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