roces

misterios de noche

hay noches
una tras otra
donde paso tomando
un trago o dos
no mucho,
lo suficiente
para mirar fijamente
a lo negro,
al translúcido oscuro
que el cielo estrena
noche tras noche;
son tragos de paciencia
son lapsos de humildad,
soy yo
solo y ebrio
escuchando esos misterios
que pasan rociando belleza
detrás de la inmensidad.

 

Poesía Moderna

sentid

To feel

vida
imposible
como el sonido
del sabor
que se derrite
sobre la lengua
del pensamiento

todo lo que toco
se empieza a disolver
como superficie
rodar como
onda del olvido
que atraviesa
lo que
sucede

era ruido
tu amor
a la
verdad

huelo
el rastro
de una idea
que me recuerda
del aroma
de esta
soledad

 

 

Poesía Nihilista

town drunk

Artist beer drinking

It feels good
not being an artist
no language to impress
philosophical thoughts on cheese
a bit guilty of the next beer
depleting bank account

it feels good
to walk on snow
so crisp and pure
drinking the next beer
getting drunk
and all the rest

it feels good
to see the snow
fall
my cold breath
dunking beers
and all the rest

if feels good
to have left Berlin
now just a town drunk
not even a
punk

 

 

 

poems

chance

Window of Love

This is my chance
to render existence
beautiful, justify it all
this is my chance
to leave a mark
in the thicket of irrelevance
that encircles life
this is my chance to create a gem
of poetry and longing

the universe
I see
is but a sketch
an attempt
the purest game

miracle comes in between
the things that are by chance real
I love its
magic

I am touching
the soul with silence
– that art thou
stargazing the mind

this is my chance
to suffer
the wisdom of solitude

my only voice
to reach out
to
you

 

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