lenguaje circunstancial

Sueño de Fantasía

 

Helo aquí
exquisita tintura
de fantasía
todo lo que veo es sueño
y soñando estoy solo
acompañado de palabras
que ya no ocupan comunicar
si vivo solo
en mi delirio
estas palabras son para mí
y nadie más
son figuras naturales
en el entorno
que nacieron para ser
silbadas
en esta pequeña fracción
de la eternidad
donde me albergo
fugazmente. . .

 

Blog Poesía Moderna 

idealism

World as idea

I’ve had the world
spinning on an idea
yet I never became
Schopenhauer
I never saw it good
or bad or evil
it was simply there
as a mystery
wordless play
and the more I look at it
the more it became
an idle dream. . .

 

 
 

Nihilistic Poetry

barely here

Barely Here Poetry

Most of the time
I cannot write
of what I see
        or think
I feel but I do not seek
subjectively I am indeterminism
within a fatalistic mechanism of the soul
I observe, even participate
in the sacrificed logic
shedding
pale metaphysical tears
because the longer I live
so much more has gathered
about the edge

as more days go by
I begin to recognize
the happy truth
that I was
barely
here at all

Nihilistic Poetry

silencio salobre

Cielo Gris

boca
repleta de grueso silencio
ojos
húmedos en luz resignada

respiro
el tiempo del olor
puramente
al borde de los techos
que rozan el dolor
de las nubes

sentir
acontece sobre mí
como una sinfonía
que un dios dejó caer
de su nostalgia

todavía subsistiendo
en los labios
de la mujer
que susurra mi nombre

con cabeza
sumergida en alegoría
serenamente
construyendo la realidad
porque nunca nada
realmente existió

 

Blog Poesía Moderna 

far away

Far Away Poetry

I am so far away,
the moment
is a scorching taste of whiskey
in my half-agape mouth
my hand curling
the hair of
chance

nonchalance

alas is for me a word
signifying wings

history is in my sensations

to end this night
in the consolation of death
being as gentle as
sleep

far away from what is believed,
towards the prismatic dispersal
of becoming again
transitory

so far away
aging with the journey
of name

 

Nihilistic Poetry Blog 

true history

I have been standing
        here
for the last decade

 

people call me weirdo
rocklike
monument
or
       nothing

 

what am I waiting for
in this passive
insistence?

 

I will tell you

 


the glimmer in the eyes
at the exact moment
when the next one
realizes

that everything is in its right place

and nothing more needs
to be done

 

the rest is fable.

 

 

Modern Poetry Blog