Saturday, May 19, 2007

Pills


While I was thinking
on his destiny
on his last night
on lips he had been kissed
while I was killing myself
thinking on hands touching his body
on eyes looking his blind glass
while I was at it
I began to see tiny black/white dragonflies
in black small lullabies
they filled the room
they were swirling joyfully
on teacher's face, on her face too
they had entered to his mouth
and they began to stole her words
I looked around
they were on everyone
I closed my eyes, I hid them with my fingers
but when I opened them
they were still there
I'm so scared, this is getting dangerous
maybe it's time
I got so many things to lose
but I don't care anymore
I heard about the syrup
let's get the cheaper for me.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Seat


Yesterday
You ride this regular car
me in my seat, off course
th rest, behind
me, by your side
Last night
we smoke a lot here
I was gazing stars
with my finger
with the halo of the street dust
I gave you my eyes so many times
'cause my soul was shouting
for yours
I know we can't be together
I know it all
I just like to imagine
if this was my seat
Are you acting like me?
'Cause I've learnt to act like you
Don't you realize that I was trying to kiss you
when I got away from you
after telling you about him?
Are you feeling in the same way?
I just like to dream
that this is my seat
by the side of the love of my life?
the seat of my life?
But the question is:
Would you allow me to seat here 'til the end of times?

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Melting glass


I'm seein' u through this glass
like the most precious blue overture
your notes hand me down
into this inked carpet of flowers
wet carpet, wet flowers
Have I been crying again?
We talk
We dance, we smoke
U answer my bow
With non-conscious smile
Remember
with all I say
with all I don't
I'm sendin' u invitations
to hesitate too
I know the bottom is so dangerous
but there
there's an embrace 4 me
this is your ceiling
maybe one day
I could melt this glass
to claim what is mine
Overdosin' sorrow
blowin' away fears
this is what dreams are made of
it always be this way
so I'll be here
lookin' the precious cross u've brought
One day
I will melt this glass
Only 4 kiss the trace of the carrying
I'll be terribly happy if I could
this is my way of lovin' u
Behind this glass
I hear the halo of your words
I understand the excess
I understand this melancholy
reflected in your three-way mirror
Not now, we assent
But one day
I will melt this fuckin' glass (that I love)
I will explode it
and kiss the pieces (that I hate)
over my body, over my soul
to claim what is mine
the embrace of that child
my beautiful child.
Foto de Erwin Blumenfeld.