Poems of an empty street

 Why Should I…?

Why should I love you

If you don´t love back?

 

Love must be even

But yours is odd

 

I know you´ll never love me

The way I love you...

 

Still.

 

 

 Dark

The high is dark

There´s no moon tonight

The stars mock at me

For my loneliness.

 

I walk alone

On a path of sand

The waves of the sea

Understand

Why I am alone.

 

 

Money

Money has not made me smart-er

Money has not made me handsome-more

But it still fills my wallet and pride

To say I am smart-er

To say I am handsome-more

 

In this believe I live

In this fallacy I exist.

 

 

The Day I die

The day I die, My Dear

I want you far

You will not need my body

You will not need my soul

Any more close to you.

 

You will not need my voice

You will not need my touch

You will not need my smile

Any more, the day I die.

 

The day I die, My Dear

I want you far.

 

 

A Late-night Poem

I love the poem

Which comes at night

Just after I close my eyes

 

I love the poem

I read in my mind

 

A poem that will never

Come back.

 

 

Flush

As I dump part of myself

And I let it go with a flush.

I would like to dump

Some of my past days.

The days I spent with you.

 

 

After All

After all

What else do you want me to say...

I have no word to say

In this little space

between you and me.

Not even a sound to utter.

 

Not an Uhmmm

Not an Ahhh

 

I just have these open lips

Trying to say

 

Goodbye

 

 

 Do We Love Each Other?

Love of hate

Love of love

There is love in every sight

In every moment

In every act.

 

I think I love you

But I know I don’t

 

I am still trying to save

This love of hate

This love of love.

 

 

Emptiness

The whole universe is empty

There are no stars

Is empty as empty it is

And only a few stones burn forever

In their flames.

 

 

Chiaroscuro

Chiaroscuro is my love for you

It is not bright, it is not dark

Is something in between

But it´s not even something in between

Because sometimes

Is kind of bright

Is kind of dark

 

Chiaroscuro is my love for you.

 

 

Burning Love

A burning love

Does not let me write

A poem of love for you.

 

All I think is sex

Is passion

Is desire.

 

A burning love for you

Just makes me write

Dirty poems of lush.

 

 

I´ve Seen You before

I´ve seen you before

Just I don´t remember where

Maybe sitting in a Starbucks´s chair

Maybe passing in a subway store

Maybe reading a book to an orphan boy

Maybe dancing on a pole.

 

I don´t remember well...

But I´ve seen you before.

 

 

A Dream

I dreamed I was dreaming about you

Your naked body, close to mine

So close to mine that we became one

A repeated interjection

Of you and I.

 

But it was only a dream

A dream inside a dream

Of you and I.

 

 

A Ten dollar Bill

I saw a ten-dollar bill

Being blown by a sudden wind

I tried to catch it

But it escaped away.

 

A young kid got it for free

It rested flat at the tip

Of his wasted running shoes.

 

It lighted his face

It made him smile.

 

It did more to him

That it would never do...

To me.

 

 

 How Things Are Going Up There?

How things are going up there?

Isn´t it strange?

You´re going to have dinner

then read a little and go to bed.

Here I am lazy, I just wake up

and lunch is still far away.

You end a day and I´ll start a new one

And I don´t know what I am going

to do today.

 

You don´t love me

Probably neither I do.

Love is a concept

And a mania too.

You are fourteen hours away

And three meridians and one

Tropic of Cancer divide us.

 

Twelve thousand miles are a barrier

That separate us by sea, by air.

How can love persist if it is true

that it could exist.

 

I am convinced

that love is a believe

for believers to believe.

 

Then it doesn´t matters

if there are meridians, tropics,

continents or oceans that separate

lovers that believe.

 

 

Something of you

Something of you

belongs to me

Something of me

belongs to you.

 

You will keep it

wherever you go

I will hold it

wherever I am.

 

You will go away

with a small piece of me

I will stay here

with a big piece of you

 

 

No forgiving

My naked soul

I gave it to you

And you through it away

In the trash can.

 

No mercies you said

About my mistakes

And no arguments are valid here

To be heard.

 

So, I cleaned it up

And I went out

From our common house

To start again.

 

 

Prescription

The Doctor said

Drink two shots of tequila

Every day

Do it in the morning.

Do it two hours before you go to bed.

 

In a couple of months

You will be sane

You will be happier

And you will be you...

Again.