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Monthly Archives: November 2009

SANGRE ENTRE LOS LABIOS,
SUDOR QUE SE VIERTE SOBRE
EL MARFIL DE TU PECHO.
LAGRIMAS CEDIDAS EN ARAS DE MIS PESADILLAS.
VUELVE…
SE DE QUIEN NUNCA FUISTE,
DE QUIEN NUNCA TE TENDRA.
DI QUE NO ES CIERTO QUE DICES VERDADES.

SUEÑO.
CON LO QUE TENGO,
CON LO QUE CREO MERECER.
CONTIGO.
NECESITO VERTE,
SABER QUE VUELVES
A TUS INFANCIAS,
VERTE DE NOCHE,
A ESCONDIDAS.
PIENSO.
EN TODO,
EN NADA Y EN MUCHO.
EN TI.
NECESITO ESTAR,
SABER QUE PUEDO BEBER DE TUS VASOS VACIOS,
BESARTE A OBSCURAS,
CON EL TEMBLOR EN LAS PIERNAS
Y LOS NUDOS EN EL ESTOMAGO.
TOCO,HABLO MUCHO,ACTUO POCO
SUDO,RECURRO A PASADOS.
SOY INHERTE,ESTANCADO EN MIS AYERES.
TE ESPERO COMO SE ESPERA LA MUERTE,
SERENO.
IMPACIENTO,LO SE.
PERO ES POR VER TUS MANOS ATADAS
A LOS SUEÑOS QUE NUNCA TUVISTE.
EN POCAS PALABRAS,SIN DECIR MUCHO,
NADA A MEDIAS,
TE AMO.
LO DEMAS ES LO DE MENOS.
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LIPS OF FIRE,VOICES THROUGH THE SCREEN
WORDS AS SHARP AS NEEDLES IN OUR EYES.
WE BUILT A SHELTER WITH MARBLE AND GOLD,
GARLANDS ROUND OUR HEADS,THE PERFECT DISGUISE.
WE SHARED OUR FUTURES ,WE SAID OUR NAMES,
WHE LEFT THE PRIDE WHERE IT SHOULD REMAIN,
YOUR WET SHEETS AND MY CLUMSY HANDS
LED OR SOULS ON,NOTHING WAS IN VAIN.
NOTHING.

II
WE LOSE OURSELVES INTO THE DULL NIGHTS OF WONDER,
STARING AT NOTHING,NOTHING AS USUAL.
IT’S ONLY WHEN WE REST OUR HEADS THAT WE REMEMBER.
THIS IS THE BAPTISM OF FIRE.
ONE HEART IS EMPTY,LOST IN FREEDOM.

III
SHE DANCES IN A RING OF FIRE,
THE VIRGIN SHOULD REMAIN.
SHE CALLS CARIBBEAN WINDS.
SWEAT POURS DOWN HER SKIN
FEEDS US SALIVA,FEEDS US WHISPERS.
THE VIRGIN SHOULD REMAIN.
SHE HAS NO NEED TO WONDER WHY SHE SURRENDERS,
SEARCHLIGHTS HAVE FILLED HER OPENED SKIES
WHILE SHE LIES BENEATH THEM.
SHE GIVES US NUMBERS,SHE GIVES US SIGHS
THE VIRGIN SHOULD REMAIN.
POWERS STRUGGLES ARE FUTILE,
SHE KNOWS OUR WORDS ARE STILL AT WAR.
SHE HANDS HERSELF OVER TO THE LAST DAWN,
SHE SWIMS THE SEAS,SHE RIDES THE LIGHTNINGS
THE VIRGIN SHOULD REMAIN.
SHE DANCES IN A RING OF FIRE,
EARTHBOUND.
HER GOLDEN FINGER BELONGS TO NONE,
HER EMPTY PARADISE BELONGS TO THE RIDICULOUS ONE.
EMPTY SHADOWS ARE STILL HARDLY BREATHING,
THE MALADY LINGERS ON.
SHE WILL BE CARRIED THROUGH THE
THRESHOLD OF THE DOOR OF NIGHT.
SHE WILL BE LAUGHING AGAIN.
SHE’LL FEED US WHISPERS
AS WELL AS SHE’LL FEED US LIES.
I FOUND A SERPENT UNDERNEATH HER SKIN.
I FOUND FIRE IN HER HIDDEN LIPS.
I FOUND SILVER IN THE SHAFT OF HER KNIFE.
I FOUND WHAT SHE WANTED ME TO FIND.
I SAW THE BEAST BEING TAMED.
THE VIRGIN REMAINS.