When we love each other

When we love each other
The world seems to works as always
The buses ran along the streets of our city
Outside of our dreams
The workers continue nailing, matching, raising
The planks and the beams
To build not their own refuges
But places to be happy for a while
When we love each other, my dear
Nothing seems to stop
Nothing wants to hold the trains
The life
The butterflies
The running water
On the four dog square.
But when we love each other
We don’t care about the world
Which perfectly could no longer exist to us
So deeply I am inside you
So perfectly you are in me
If we suddenly hear the roar of the planet
And feel the howls the cries the thunders
Of all the creatures that populate it
We would continue loving each other
As we were beside to the ocean
As we were close to the breath of the death.

When we fight each other

When we fight each other we remain alone in the same room
We remain seatted on a chair close to an abysm
Looking at the clouds passing under our feet
High on our own rage
We deeply fall in an universe which, to the speed of light,
separates us
From the door we just opened yesterday
To spy each other
To know each other
To love each other.
We can´t hold our sights
We flee from our dreams,
From our promises
We fall from each other's arms
And we are for a moment less than nothing…
the freshness of the last morning we saw together
A solitary pole on the high roof where the flag was waving
just the moment before our war began
A shiver down my spine makes me aware of my misery
And I feel my whole life shaking
’Cause, for a moment, it is in us that
the world is the enemy of the world.

Si no soy yo

El Amor: “dar algo que no tienes a alguien que no es”
                                                                      J. Lacan

Si no soy yo
Quien deja estas huellas en la arena
Debo ser el mismo
Que me odia
E intenta traicionarme.
Sediento del peor sexo
que no deja más que un temblor en los ijares
caída libre en una madrugada de grajos
escoltándome hasta mi antigua madriguera
Donde habría sido apenas un resplandor entre las sombras
Soñando un sueño en que no era
Mientras la arena se acumulaba en las cornisas
Y ante mi puerta a la que nadie había tocado durante los últimos diez años,
Pero que no supo detenerme
Cuando he sospechado que estabas en alguna parte del futuro
En algún balcón lejano
Entre cenefas coloridas, entre raudales de flores
Entre cientos de feas emociones
Surgiendo del aire extravagante
De la transparencia misma
En que de pronto eras
Tan distinta
Y luminosa.
Y ya caído en el futuro
Ya prendido en ti
Asomándome
Con una timidez desconocida
Con pies descalzos
Con desnudez
Y deseo
Alcanzando aquello que no eras sin mí
Encontrándome en aquello que nunca habría sido
Sin ti.