domingo, 14 de julio de 2013

Útero.

Lo único que haces todo el día es parir hormigas.
Mujer, tu útero no es más que un tronco del cual frutos crecen para convertirse en abominaciones oscuras, tal como el lugar en las que fueron procreadas.
Óvulos sangrientos se disuelven al caer de tus ramas.
Mujer, es hora de parir tus flores.

sábado, 9 de marzo de 2013

Gun-shy

Grizzly Bear





The sky keeps staring at me
Frozen in my tracks
(Nothing else to see)
And when I move my face left
You're always standing there
(A shadow I can't see)
And even then I can't trace
You're walking away

I put my ears to the ground
Always pushing down
(Nothing I can hear)
I found the worst half in me
We're cut off at the knees
(Can't even take a stand)
Against your words and beliefs
We didn't wanna freeze

(All of the years, leaving me here
Gun-shy)
I don't want to say it all again (the pain, losing my aim)
Never seem to see
(And why?) Do I always feel it all the same
The blisters in my eyes 
(Recite) A guide that has only led me stray
And even as I limp (you smile)

The cold keeps tearing at me
Slowing down my blood
(Unable to speak)
I left my mind long ago
Choosing something false
(Always letting go)
And when I try to face you
You're walking away

(All of the years, leaving me here
Gun-shy)
I don't want to say it all again (the pain, losing my aim)
Never seem to see
(And why?) Do I always feel it all the same
The blisters in my eyes 
(Recite) A guide that has only led me stray
And even as I limp (you smile)
 

miércoles, 20 de febrero de 2013

Fantasía #1.

No busco un poeta para amante
busco a un novelista
que imagine hacer conmigo, lo que nunca haría con nadie.

Me coges, luego existo.