Drive me away

away where I’m not afraid

Choose the way, ride the snake

Implode my experience to a brand new day

As rain falls I believe

Then I leave it behind

And I hear

A soul crying

A morgue barkling

An star loosing

Gasping

Dreaming her time

I flow

As it shows

I know

I love

I’ll die.

the same the same

And the roof is not there anymore

trees came squeakin’ at night ,

then bugs came by and ate all the pride

 

The priest’s is all alone. He wakes up at midnight desperate in pijamas, sadly fools reality and his eyes are sinking as he lifts up his grail to bring back old memories of the good times...

Since no one fears, no one tightens silvered crucifixes to asume safety

No more thirst of protection, no more kisses on the cheeks

The radio plays a never ending sad, cold song

but no one seems to care

 

Over there on the mountains, they were monkeys

now there’are only bones, drifting, drifting alone

In the library, the old dusty clock’s melting the hours

going backwards- zigzags, zigzags-

 

Lord don’t slow me down

for this town never seemed to change

and suddenly changed and became the same

as the years went by, as their stories rolled on the same trail

 

Those who went to the movies stayed there forever, watching the same old movie again and again, with eyes wide openned, dried...

-I strumbbled-

...Some remained even after death came by

Every since the sun went down and never came back,

As he faced his promise, he sat and poundered:

i’ll never wash my golden steps in this sad, black old sea.

 

And so, the dying fishes in the corner kept dying as usual,

dying, slidind to another day…

 

Mi bestiario

Belleza diluída en tinta y sangre, caliente… papel que respira…

Un oráculo que se desprende arrastrando tiempos de cólera y resurección.

Amanece en una recámara de un monasterio celestial en donde se predica la profanación y se habla de amores, desprecios y contaminación, mentiras etiquetadas con porcientos de descuentos, pastillas que te bajan la nota, y te queman el cielo de la boca, angustias, tintes de color penumbra, llaveros que cierran puertas y acuestan a inocentes para ser ejecutados, canciones que hablan de terrorismos que salvan pero que aún celebran libertad, conciertos, conjuros que acaban con la unión, epitáfios, regaños que provocan nada, espejos que asustan, retazos de mantos de papas a través de la historia, pelo de caballo blanco, cursos de cocina para expertos en chile, y espadas que riegan las plantas.

 

Se puede volar allí y lanzar monedas, llorar hasta que amanezca, para variar, para hacer notar belleza y naturaleza, ayer corté el césped que alimenta mi bestiario, estabas ahí? Y si lo estabas no te vi, preferi morder algo que sobraba y de textura amarga, quién dijo que tienen las cosas que ser así? Quién se inventó su carácter?

 

Voy a salir y me voy a negar, voy a fingir que no existo, como haces tu como hacen los ángeles que no tienen piedad, que buscan por debajo y desde arriba lo que me puede agobiar… y voy  a mentir, mentir hasta borrar toda verdad, todo lo acontecido antes y demás. Cómo un náufrago, relevantarme en orillas de ingenuidad, rehacer mi vida en esta isla desierta que no es más que un regalo, una dicha, una suerte de escapar y no tener allí nada que me pueda atar nada nada más que una lumbre indispensable y que lo único que me reproche lo guarde abierto lo que me pueda cobijar.

What my lips will not assure, at the edge of hallucination

Since death won’t take away in a cold whisper

your breath with its unmercyful horn,

sorrow will not spread this sheet,

madness won’t take out my right hand’s heat

my lips will not assure, at the edge of hallucination,

a wandering lost soul’s appearing,  lonely, embraced by frustration,

gasping, drifting down the shiny, joyful, liquid green walls.

So i wouldn’t dream of scoriac  rivers restestly rolling

neither would blame psyche of murdering my will,

i would just believe instead, in the light that crowls freely, delightful,

out of your warm dark leave tone, rounded, luminous crystal windows

those, that guarded spirits of the dark,

and kept temptation demons tied

away from who’s laying upstairs soft and warm

diving in innocence and clear advice

unaware from the misterious wandering groans

wich surround, out in the cold rivers of the night.

By a close friend that's got all my respect. May i?

The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere -
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year:
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir -
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

Here once, through and alley Titanic,
Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul -
Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.
These were days when my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac rivers that roll -
As the lavas that restlessly roll
Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek
In the ultimate climes of the pole -
That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek
In the realms of the boreal pole.

Our talk had been serious and sober,
But our thoughts they were palsied and sere -
Our memories were treacherous and sere, -
For we knew not the month was October,
And we marked not the night of the year
(Ah, night of all nights in the year!) -
We noted not the dim lake of Auber
(Though once we had journeyed down here) -
Remembered not the dank tarn of Auber,
Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

And now, as the night was senescent
And star-dials pointed to morn -
As the star-dials hinted of morn -
At the end of our path a liquescent
And nebulous lustre was born,
Out of which a miraculous crescent
Arose with a duplicate horn -
Astarte's bediamonded crescent
Distinct with its duplicate horn.

And I said: "She is warmer than Dian;
She rolls through an ether of sighs -
She revels in a region of sighs:
She has seen that the tears are not dry on
These cheeks, where the worm never dies,
And has come past the stars of the Lion
To point us the path to the skies -
To the Lethean peace of the skies -
Come up, in despite of the Lion,
To shine on us with her bright eyes -
Come up through the lair of the Lion,
With love in her luminous eyes."

But Psyche, uplifting her finger,
Said: "Sadly this star I mistrust -
Her pallor I strangely mistrust:
Ah, hasten! -ah, let us not linger!
Ah, fly! -let us fly! -for we must."
In terror she spoke, letting sink her
Wings until they trailed in the dust -
In agony sobbed, letting sink her
Plumes till they trailed in the dust -
Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.

I replied: "This is nothing but dreaming:
Let us on by this tremulous light!
Let us bathe in this crystalline light!
Its Sybilic splendour is beaming
With Hope and in Beauty tonight! -
See! -it flickers up the sky through the night!
Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming,
And be sure it will lead us aright -
We safely may trust to a gleaming,
That cannot but guide us aright,
Since it flickers up to Heaven through the night."

Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,
And tempted her out of her gloom -
And conquered her scruples and gloom;
And we passed to the end of the vista,
But were stopped by the door of a tomb -
By the door of a legended tomb;
And I said: "What is written, sweet sister,
On the door of this legended tomb?"
She replied: "Ulalume -Ulalume -
'Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!"

Then my heart it grew ashen and sober
As the leaves that were crisped and sere -
As the leaves that were withering and sere;
And I cried: "It was surely October
On this very night of last year
That I journeyed -I journeyed down here! -
That I brought a dread burden down here -
On this night of all nights in the year,
Ah, what demon hath tempted me here?
Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber -
This misty mid region of Weir -
Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber,
This ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir."

Black Label

En lo que va de momento.. saco los pies, sacudo suave el zapato y mojo de fango sus plantas. Avanzo entre las hojas que aclaran mi camino en ellas refleja la luna su luz satinada… Y sigo seducida por una esencia extraña, que me deslumbra. El roce de mi túnica en blanco, fino, terciopelo rompe en leves golpes mi concentración, sigo caminando. Parece medio día pero es de noche, sigo caminando…

sinking

How deep’ your fire is?
Stop, my tears come down
I’m nothing at all I’m fallin’ into pieces
I can’t turn around
I don’t know where I’m fallin’ on
My steps are sinking in marshmallow ground
What can I do?
Ghost chasing me, demons fast forward
I believed I lost ‘em in a thought
Can’t stop can’t control
I’m falling I’m letting it go I’m letting it happened
I’ll do nothing at all.