TAKE ME HOME

why I fell for you in dreams
why our eyes met
giving me so many hopes and dreams
shaking my heart
if this world so cruel, that believes in nothing,full of prejudices,
your insecurity or perhaps circumstances separated us.
my dreams of being with you
shipwrecked in my bitter loneliness ...
yet every night you're there
looking at me, making me love
is beyond me
I can not be attracted to another man
or moves me like you do
I just want to feel your body hugging
both burning in the fire of eternal love.
The end of time came
I wish you were here with me
and to end resentment and confusion I feel now.
This world was never my home, always was oppression and hatred
Set me free, set me free in your arms
releases that little girl inside me screaming
crying live, she wants out of the closet ..
Please keep me mercy, frees my dreams
so they can accompany yours,
and we can go to the house beyond the rainbow
and no one can judge
and we can laugh
and hold hands without fear
take me, take me home baby.

HYPERBOREA

 broken lines in the surface of a died planet,
 lead me towards you.
 How much need to arrive?
 Hyperborea
 When I pronounce your name
 an ancient parfum it sprouts of my lips.

 And in the horizon
 I believe to see your walls, your brilliance...
 But your image like crystal mirage vanishes,
 and our hands begin to crumble...

TO MILLION LIGHT YEARS

 to million light years
 through the luminous highways of universe,
 my dusty dream of millennia travels.

 Finally without fear
 I ´m ready to do the trip.
 Beyond stars...
 I want to be an astronaut
 exploring the extra sensorial space.

 To go to a point of no return,
 and to remain into the vortex
 of the transformation of universe…
 And not blanch. 

THE DREAM'S INERTIA(1995)

 In the field burdened by hallucinations, it melted the afternoon persistent. Whose vegetation it flamed between broken stones, and the air was the dream’s messenger, that in small undulations became present beyond clouds.
 Dream:  from your entrails I left and towards you I return in my denser fever, drunken of memory that illuminates tangents. I hope didn´t forget me, that receive the lost poet in the forest of mirrors, multiplied in its prisms, able to be sublimated like alcohol; a face showing itself in the liquid glass of the cause and effect, the impulse and reflection. 

Then the search will not stop, beyond the outbreak of  flowers transmutation,  grass and mosses...
 I persecute the sound of a distant flute, as millenarian as the Earth that sleep under my feet, and that which has devoured so many utensils worked by the man.

My life with inert hexagons makes cohesion;
creeping hydra of thousand lights...
How many Cretas and Ithaca’s are waiting for you, with how many Zimbabwes you wish to find.

 I can' let walk in that breach flamed by night, the protests are useless and it crowd with wrath in my temples; nightmare is the stationary permanence of the will, the horror of never unfolding, and the negation of evident dynamics...
 To open a way through the trees I use as the spark plug my died days, that so musically crackle under the astonished stars.
And the forgetfulness is the nocturnal swirl that sucks everything you stirred, included you, irremissibly.

And it is that nothing matters already, when is about to discover that extreme machinery  outpost so ingeniously contrived from depths of science, so many times ignored, by the same civilization that believe to have it everything.
Your  hope is a powerful light that descend at  dawn. It surrounds the temperate flute that it gives off the incense of an aseptic music.

SPACE SONG

Crossing the inter-dimensional space
to the edge of a solitary galaxy. 
Among the brilliance of billions of stars...
on board of a spaceship
my obstinate humanity,
like an imperturbable monolith...

Tied its will with a little thread of electrical hope
to the machinery of eternal beauty.

I can´t ask more
when in my soul,
the shining nucleus is generated
that impels my movements;
it makes oscillate this yearning
that leaves an important trace
in which I say, in which I do
towards where I go.
Can´t  ask more.

Some day without name and date
the perfection will be in me.
When without fatigue
already dissolves me in a peaceful swirl
and we stop wandering the universe.
On board of this driven mad spaceship. 

ASK YOU TO THE SPHINX

 
Ask  to the sphinx
how were the ancient missing humanities.
their art, their writing, their devices, their clothes,
their ornaments and their science.

They had to be so many civilizations
that bloomed and crystallized,
multiplied, like a prisms complex...
With as much splendor,
that exceeded  surreal dreams.
But  the trepidant night of fury elements 
fell or would be the unfortunate pride of Cain.
That humanity was erased of the Earth...

Oh, Sphinx,
only you know the answer
you lock up it in your entrails;
(most select Egyptian they kept and polished your secret).
And you now impose your millenarian silence
in front of the wind pointing your scars.

OUTBREAK

 
 from high in the sky
 a gigantic violet inkpot burst;
 the ink it slips by radiating clouds
 Your heart was broken in pieces
 and your yearnings are scattered
 tear by tear
 above  the city
 

IM NOT AFRAID TO DIE

I ´m not afraid to die
Therefore I have experienced other worse kinds of death,
I have died so many times…I lost the count…
But my faith maintains me,
I believe in the incorruptible beauty
In the living brightness
The eternal dynamics of music
That opens a dimensional tunnel every day
so that I flee of the toxic dust of the imposed routine,
It is so beautiful like the sea…

All my life has been loneliness, misunderstood, reject...why?? Im so different to others?
I dont deserve be beloved?.

I ´m not afraid to die
Except to the loneliness and pain,
That are torturing me because of the absence
Of that man I’m waiting
and that I ´ve seen in my dream,
really I ´ve seen his face before knowing him…
Have pretty, intelligent fire´s eyes,  a charming smile, warm hands...
And  a touching Aurora is his soul. All these years he was in my mind...
Not there is more beautiful blessing, but has also been a condemned wait…

Until he come with me and he can revive me with his caresses.
I will not be afraid to the death, never.

MAYBE

        It would have been so beautiful
        continue to knowing each other,
        under a platinum morning,
        talk about nice, interesting things, say a joke.
        Looking at us, smiling us...
        sink in to your eyes clear, blue ...
        behind us to the distance, the city, the sea, the wind.
        The sun scorching our scalps and the skyscrapers ...
        for you will leave my world
        I want be to your side forever
        would allow you take the initiative;
        touching my hands,
        touching me with your deep look, feel excited your invasive hug ...
        Take me alone
        take me to be a stirred shadow, our bodies,
        in to the sedative night ...
        At dawn wake embraced and naked under its light,
        I, lying on your chest, gently stroking,
        listening to the world wake.

A BRIEF BACKWATER

When somebody sobs in silence,
 the sea emerges from caverns of his chest,
 Murmuring frothy phrases imbued with life.
The rumor of gray cities
 will not be able to opaque them,
 Are so numerous, of so vast dimensions,
 that  they cross the line of time unseen.

 And I’m here on the edge
 With the sunset that burns my gloomy eyes,
 Looking for a sunken treasure
 in memory flooded with light .

 I weave my networks with distant voices
 that cry out  in Saturn.
 Its rare appearance
 make to explode the shadows of foreboding.

 While I ´m witness
 of the polymerized factory’s music,
 absorbed by the lethargy
 produced by machinery’s days.



A brief backwater

Dawn in another planet

 Magnetic needles indicate a dawn of another world.
 Under a green ray sun,
 that falls in the surface of an immense sea,
 that it does not want to reveal his basalt-gray mysteries.
 But its blazes tile beauty everywhere
 and contrast with the hallucinating sky,
 inverted  in a cone of new existence
 that unfolds a strange geometry
 Outlined in the monoliths that are to the distant spot.

A shining space

 A  shining space
 the footpath of the future unfolding.
 Oscillating music leads to us,
 electronics, sidereal, acid as the stars,
 as mechanical wonder
  tour like a hoop,
 changes of color, breaks its form,
 is spilled like rain over us.
 The vertigo tends its luminous trap, vanishes in concentric circles...
 A shining space
 Let’s go  into the tunnel... the future is waiting us.
 There is centrifugal force no more perfect than the one
 that it generates the blue deep of Richie Hawtin´s eyes

To the drift

I was always a loose piece

from some unknown machinery; 

never could settle somewhere ... 

I rolled,  rolled confusedly All my life ...

With the anguish of not knowing where belonged ... 

An unknown world calls me
watch the sky

And when night falls

I intend to distill liquor from the stars,

empty bottle in my everyday life,

get drunk, get crazy ...

have a metallic taste and spicy in the mouth .. 

have a thirst for space

My God, I'm dying of thirst.

Loneliness comes,

like a shadow,  shrouds me.
But what desire luminescence occurs,

It is so strong
like a powerful flood of music ... 

Delirius tremens, delirius tremens of stars and planets ...

walk, walk, trying to match

the flexible line

The burning time horizon.

Distances

DISTANCES

This afternoon my sadness
covers my face with a veil of penumbra,
while I look at  for the window
the sky still is clear.

The future it is a strange construction
suspended in the time,
a thin vertical tower
that ascends in my dreams.

What crystalline melancholy goads to me
when I think about big cities of the world
its skyscrapers, their public seats,
the people swarm, my lost memories in the big city.
So many futurist buildings
that are devoured by my childlike eyes
suspended in precipices
suspended in the void of my memory now...

Not long ago
I returned to this huge city where was born
and  returned to gather my tiny steps.
I cried profusely in silence
hidden my eyes
under my metallic sunglasses
also visualized the desperate crying of neon and mercury
that it emanates México city,
already nothing is not the same now.

thought about  big cities of other countries
where never I've been, but yearning to be there.
I so often think about cities of the future
to move away the emptiness
that tries to devour to me,
like a big black hole...

Tolling a metallic music
from the deeps of my heart,
give continuity to my dreams...
The big wheel turns, starts up the celestial machinery.