Sunday, 12 July 2009

Deriva.



Oscuridad de la madrugada.
Cercanía.


Él - Eres lo mejor que me ha pasado en la puta vida.
Ella - Mentiroso.


Casi un llanto.

El Abismo.

Thursday, 9 July 2009

Fragmento

no
las palabras
no hacen el amor
hacen la ausencia
si digo agua ¿beberé?
si digo pan ¿comeré?
en esta noche
en este mundo
extraordinario silencio el de esta noche
lo que pasa con el alma es que no se ve
lo que pasa con la mente es que no se ve
lo que pasa con el espíritu es que no se ve
¿de dónde viene esta conspiración de invisibilidades?
ninguna palabra es visible
...
A.P.

Pregunta

¿Por qué hablan de lo que no saben?

Wednesday, 8 July 2009

Simple

I stayed, but it was not enough.
What would have been enough for you?
Not me.
That's what you made me believe. 
And I truly believed it.
You convinced me. You proved all my hopes wrong.
I was not enough.
Why didn't you just say it?
Why did you have to wear that deceptive mask and yet show me my deficiency so explicitly?

Always easier to lie.

Desplazada

Tu olvido sabe a la inmensidad del mar.

What if

What if the words we speak knew what we use them for?
What would they do? 
Would they continue to jump out of our mouths? Could they?
Would they willingly lie?
Or would they refuse?
Could they avoid being emptied of their meanings?

Words.
What if we let them mean what their soul means?
Oh... I long for that day.