Author: Pablo Saborio

el absoluto

absolute form

en el absoluto
los formas duermen
como si fueran parte
de una existencia
negra y difusa

en el absoluto
disgusto –
la piel se muerde
para probar la intragable
sangre de espacios fugaces

en el absoluto
comienzo
las pirámides de dolor
caían pesadas sobre
el alma de nube extinta

en el absoluto
los ojos beben
el azúcar del cielo
luego llamamos
su visión – fragmentos

en el absoluto
vivir es acariciar
una rama de ilusión
desde lo alto un árbol
deja su sombra – caer.

 

 

PoesíA NIHILISTa

of the circle

A moments
core wandering
many hands invented
touching me – us
moment + the inner uncertainty
touched by silhouettes
possibly a mother
whose age is light and clarity
in a moment
the thought of progress dies
a face remembers the rock
of the bone

a circle around the things
we know

beyond it
the heart of the things
we cannot love.

Nihilistic Poetry

calles de mar

En las calles todas las nubes nacieron
de pie fui un ángel ante el misterio
el fuego de los edificios
dejaron cien cicatrices en la tarde
de pie fui un árbol en sacrificio
consumido por la llama de la nación
en la calles el sol era pobre como el mendigo
de pie fui una fruta entre sus dedos sucios
un néctar para sus dientes negros
en las calles el significado ya no se encuentra
pero de pie fui un verbo santo
una resina triste del destino
en las calles los reflejos son bóvedas
de pie fui cómplice de un invisible río
y en su curso sigo aun
buscando un mar para descansar.

 

 

 

a future odor

rose poetry

A rose with its minds
blown off
because songs are dreaming eyes
the walls are stained with words
only listless hearts can erase their meaning
the epoch always without windows
we dress in smoke and carry guns of nebulae
and if there is agony
do not blame it on the category of your faults
like memory the numbers of pain will one day be outgrown
by a senseless architecture of self
one must oblige to the pressure of the evening
and if hairs have fallen from the holy hour
in giant swirls of time we’ll be as if
we’ve never been
a rose with its desires
crushed to a
solitary perfume
of clouds.

 

Absurd Poetry

solid air

Don’t know how to drive.
Can’t even park
into huge chasms
of disquietude.
How can I comb
the hair of my
marble personality
under
the incredible wobble
of the universal flux –
my feet are spaghetti
and the air around
one gigantic block
of solid
impossibility.
I can’t breathe,
my incomplete dreams
have begun unfurling
in an inexplicable atmosphere
of suffering.

Nihilistic Poetry

mother

 

Life is too much
MOTHER
let me sink back
into your soft breasts
let your milk flow
like warm tree branches
over my defeated shadow
let it flow freely
into the grooves of my ears
until it descends into
the pit of my dreams
and blends there
with all the
pain
 

of grass

I’m in transit

seeking still
the passage
between skin
and universe

the boundaries
have begun to turn
into long
horizons of
coiling water

soon, I gather,
life and death
will collide
in one
tidal splash
of beauty

and I shall
stop
moving

and lay my head
on the meaning
of grass.

Nihilistic Poetry