lunes, mayo 24, 2010

El nacimiento de la lluvia

Cuando el nido
tiró su sangre en mí
nació la lluvia.

humeante de polvo y grito.

hervidor de asfalto
mortalmente contemporáneo.


Sin embargo
en mí nació la lluvia.

2010, ahora mismo
FOTO: Lluvia, acuarela de Aitor Renteria

martes, mayo 11, 2010

Mr. Sade, un marqués

One little bird
sparrowed his sea
why he commit those crimes?

no no no
he shouted once
at all those faces
he never saw

no no no
stop just there
and all those faces
started to laugh.

He was just there
in the middle of my dream
healthy & smiling
as he never could be

where is the REALITY?
he cried when I woke up.

tostadas con dulce de leche y manteca, todo CASERO
¡Gracias Justine y Julliet!
¡Besos de Mrs Dallaway!

FOTO: Donatien Alphonse François de Sade, by Charles-Amédée-Philippe van Loo (c. 1761)

lunes, mayo 10, 2010

To James Joyce

there’s a boy boy
(oh boy)
he cried alone
poor boy oh boy
he found a song among a clown
and now you know
oh boy oh boy
he is not just one
no boy alone
he is now a song
your ding your dong

for a future future
among all the presents perfect
your din ding dong

my lonely boy
his yellow song
oh boy! oh lord!
so alone he wrote his own
and now you know
his past was not
not perfect at all;
he cried alone
and now you know
he is now a SONG
your ding your dong

“who is
the king in Hamlet?”
Now I quit, your time to move.

he is now a haiku
(& I’m smiling)
that smells like…
hummm pasto recién cortado
Thanks Sylvia Plath!

FOTO: James Augustine Aloysius Joyce en 1918, by Wikipedia page