Who could blame that man because thou think so much in him? I blame, not him, but thee, princess, for not recognising thy own fantastic potential, young and beauteous woman, that could easy ignite the world with her ultracandent fire. Thus, turn on, permit thy ignition, and become pyromaniac, for even I would be willing, solidarily, to be burnt by thee.
Thy simulated stoicism…
Thou art concentrated,
but inside not so quiet,
as thy body looks,
for in thy soul a storm succeeds.
Sublime music.Continue reading Violinist of gold
Betwixt the edifices I look towards the heaven,
while inspired singing I walk.
I take the enormous pencil,
soak it with ink,
and agitate it upwards.
The gouts of colour contrast
crashing against the black welkin.
With the impact each one in ten more transforms.
And the night remains refulgent,
drizzled with ink of humid fire.
I will not have cloud, haze nor rain;
only sky of azure pointses
et the minisunpallidvisible liune.
And yet I promise thee to intent
rainbow to achieves.
Continue reading Rainbow of sex
-I was going to express you a thought, but I decided to autocensor myself and not to do it.
Capitalist Moral Prudence
to power to continue [alive]
suffering, which some
how seems better than to stay
in the oblivion and not even
power to stay.
And if he dies being hero…
But heroes must be known.
The “representative” democracy is a scam, and mystifying it does not help people to realise that it is a stupidity to elect “representatives” that have the power to do whatever they want. None can represent the individual better than the individual himself, and even in his own art his representation might be incomplete. Thus, with more reason, we all must govern in an authentic democracy, govern everyone on everyone, which is equivalent to none governing. The democracy is anacracy, the power of the people is the no power, and only when the no power be powering, there will be authentic democracy. Anarchy is the only democracy.
Between the Lebanese centre and the Catalonian association, there is a little park anonymous of «prosperous» «ethnic» neighbour communities. But that uncategorisable people, lacking colour, legend or gentilic, enjoys thoroughly the sublime pleasure that only a meadow with tress can provide. The no edifice with its no walls, its no halls, and its no offices; is there a better place for the no somethings?
I dreamt thee yesterday:
Pneuma, wind, birds, love…
Two strings and a bandoneon.
Poems with my feather I sketched thee:
Azure ink on thy paper skin.
of platinum windows
and not of crystal.
enlivened thy magnetism,
our bodies we united,
and with mist
the stars we faded.
«Say no to the impossible»
they adverted me,
but they never met thee.
Neither did I.
desire want: serene want desire
I want not to lie
and I desire not to lie.
I want two sapphires quasi virid,
pure snow surrounded by ringlets;
wind and echo, chants and yells,
et pallid mel dearly dulcet.
It is enough, I can not brook it anymore, look at my eyes, do not be coward, as all those delicious people that I can not lick because they slip from my hands, making themselves slippery when I hold them, beside being so rugous; do it now or you will not leave me any other option apart of obligating you to look at me.Continue reading With the eyes open