VaLse

This is the valse of the clothes on a rope

The red says left!
The blue says not here!
The green says right!
The yellow says you are touching me!

This is the valse of the clothes on a rope

The red says center!
The blue says there!
The green says embrace!
The yellow says you are stepping me!

1, 2, 3
The wind quiets dissonances
The sun dries tears

This is the valse of the clothes on a rope
A rhyme!
A race_____Caught you!

1, 2, 3
The leafs whisper warmth
The pollen heals wounds

A golden dance
A poised chaos
Caught you!

This is the valse of the clothes on a rope

The red says watch out the cat!
The blue says one leg!
The green says the shadow of I!
The yellow says step on me again!

SinceWhen?

Tell me again,
Since when?

The velocity of a rolling square
The ovulation of balance
The pile of forgetfulness

Tel me again,
What scares you?

The transgression of a captured picture
The desert of limits
The keyless doors of entrances

Tell me again,
What scares you?

The generous supply of a collector
The metallic knots of a flag
The encased glimpses of nodding

Tell me again,
What scares you?

The steadiness of speech
The women of God
The velocity of life

Tell me again,
Since when?

RevolutionaryAngel

In the box of life
Wrapped by common disguise
Lays hidden the mask of you

Rushed steps
Fast reading
Stops requested
Destinations.
Destinations.

In the box of life
Wrapped by common disguise
Lays hidden the mask of you

Tapped talks
Guarded secrets
Insulted visions
Arrivals.
Arrivals.

In the box of life
Wrapped by common disguise
Lays hidden the mask of you

Lays abandoned
Lays resting
Lays tranquil
Growing tired

Dotted phrases
Arrested words
Imprisoned hopes
Departures.
Departures.

That mask of yours
Was torn in little pieces today

It arrived
To it’s final arrival
To it’s final departure
To it’s final destination

In the box of life
Wrapped by common disguise
Lays now the wings of a revolutionary angel

ThousandCalls

Walking to and fro
Taking it gently. Talking with silence.

He carries bags that have maps
Maps of numbers
Maps of heart beatings
Maps of sleepless nights

He carries bags that have smells
Smells of closeness
Smells of ink
Smells of stops

Walking to and fro
Taking it gently. Talking with silence.

He carries bags that have winds
Winds of sound
Winds of stone
Winds of Atlantic waves

He carries bags that have numbers of time
Numbers of time trying
Numbers of time flying
Numbers of time re-arranging

Walking to and fro
Taking it gently. Talking with silence.

Pushed out to live
Pushed out to his first forced sonorous scream
Crossing hands. Crossed legs.
He waits. Waits.

He carries an invisible bag
The bag that weights the most.

Taking it gently. Talking with silence.