1970

Tell me why the time seems to expander like a multicolor beam.
It deepens a perspective that is going to lose itself in the horizon, between geometric figures floating...

The atmosphere is so light... a slight impulse comes from some place, where a feeling of welcoming greatness prevails.
Still I long for those times in which the astonishment was the ingenuous vehicle, that transported the man, and it made return the glance, nostalgic towards the Earth.
Also now, I do not get tired to observe that hypnotic, fluorescent light,
that rises from the west.

It is perhaps, the future so longed for and so feared...
Or the omen of waking up,
the conscience of a new century to come.

IDYLL

 Dear poet and artist of perfect forms:
 your glance shakes tunnels of fire in my soul,
 burning me
 but you know that your smile redeems me,
 that your words and your voice
 are ropes and bridges of which I hold me strongly.

 And every day when the light wets you
 I contemplate a beautiful Pleiades son
 total like an eclipse
 your tenuous hair like flame almost float in the air...

 See your eyes closed
 and your lips that light sculpts,
 descending by your vigorous chin 
like the sun on surface of a planet...

 Watch to the sky, that cloudburst,
 as if you waited for something, once in a while.
 Your strong and white hands that grasp a telescope,
 take books, put them on the table;
 they are nomadic doves
 in that house of great terraces
 where your yearnings travels
 in a bubble that cleaves the space
 portraying each corner.
 It is like the eye of your conscience
 where I would like to be reflected in perpetual freedom...

 Now I see you burning in thoughts
 in to the uncontrollable splendor of the enclosure,
 displacing you
 from a side to other side, like solitary quasar.
 You walk with that body
 So worthy like a monolith or a cathedral...
 fascinated I see you
 with that suffering that more than deformer,
 it has sculpted  you,
 sheltered of solitude,
 covered by the penumbra;
 there are in your soul frightful scars
 that attract more me towards you.

And whenever the time extends to its tunnel
moving away the perspective of the things...
You emerge to the light
Because I cling to the invisible loops
of your words and your voice,

I caress the red transparency of the diamond
of your most intimate  feelings...
But even when
you will take me in your arms
to cover your lips with sweetness,
and in a single impulse to make you forget
 the flavor of bitter things?.

I would like to upholster your heart of roses,
to be a window opened to your solitude
and little by little to feel in your warm hands,
manifold ways
that lead to the interminable mystery...

Where a strange happiness waits
like a buttress
ignited in the middle of the desert...

When barely the early morning
unfolds its burning wings of clouds
between stars  about leaving. .

                                                  October of 1998 

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.