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.
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