pablo saborio

solo un momento

Solo un momento
oro
solo un momento
contemplo
solo un momento
de todos los momentos
tengo y no tengo
solo un momento
memoria y Leteo
solo un momento
orgasmo
solo un momento
piel y cosmos
solo un momento
unidad y nada
solo un momento
hálito
solo un momento
vivo
solo un momento
muero
solo un momento
las nubes
solo un momento
la luz de un lago
solo un momento
hambre eternidad
solo un momento
sal odio
solo un momento
música
solo un momento
herramienta
solo un momento
sufís
solo un momento
diablo
solo un momento
algo
solo un momento
amor
solo un momento
un abismo
solo un momento
de fatal destino
solo un momento
de eco
solo un momento
una sombra
un momento
una miel de luz
un solo momento
del ciclo.

 

 

 

Poesía Moderna

now that the earth

Now that the entire world
has retreated to a thaw
now that from a rooftop
I see a raw galaxy dangling
from the beak of a bird
now that the earth
is a great rippling mantle
like a set of loose hair in a golden head
now that the entire world
as soft and pliable as moist leaf of tobacco
now that the planet is flotsam
drifting in the viscous current of sensation

now
we can sleep
in its academy of colors
now
we immerse our heads
in the surrounding cradling
dream

Nihilistic Poetry

flor que nunca

Será negro recuerdo
o un sabor a lago
que oculta
la nostalgia
en su obra de silencio

cuando los ojos
caen sobre la naturaleza
de una vela
estudiando su movimiento
inútil e irresistible

serán los anaranjados
de una flor que nunca
hemos visto
será un sol en el alma
que nunca amanece

paso sentado
horas
con medio vaso
de agua tibia
oliendo la cortina
de la nostalgia

sin nunca percibir
su aroma
secreto entre
todo este
polvo de vida

 

PoesíA NIHILISTa

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

the breadth of a breath

death poetry

it is in that last
place
where life is surrendered
and in one flicker
we must die
absolutely

forgiving
beauty
for having existed
and now
been taken away
in one last
absurd breath

every moment
revolves around
that final moment

and if there is any meaning
it is this

the immeasurably short present
being swallowed by nothingness

all details
consumed and
blurred

it is this
single and
isolated tick
of time

where we live
and
unendingly

shiver.

 

 

Nihilistic Poetry

tal es

todo
contiene
el sabor
de todo
lo demás

con cuál fragmento
de la totalidad
apaciguaremos
el desasosiego
humano

la vida
es una lengua
que saborea
únicamente
su propia carne

en este núcleo
de sensación
no habrá más
que otras sensaciones

pero de qué?

de lo mismo de siempre –

la espesa bruma
de una eternidad
desapercibida

 

.

Poesía Nihilista

sabor a treinta

reflection in blue wine

he
sembrado
sombras

tiempo alma
en grano infinitésimo

en la ventana
del pensar
una galaxia

con cuerdas de lluvia
y arroyos de pelo

son largas barbas
estremeciéndose
con luz naciendo –
olor a seno…

mis manos
ya no apañan
la ilusión

debo cumplir
una única
sentencia

vivir.

.

Poesía Nihilista

of becoming

of_becoming_poetry_21st_century

The possession of my self
in the refraction lonely
something sees as I
the trembling skin
of bright tomato
and someone desires
to lay bare on its surface
light like reflection
of a lamp
the map of understanding
may be indifferent
to axis of human
thinking
nothing belongs to earth
and the real
billows
on the dream
of matter.

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