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IF YOU HIDE FROM ME and silence
is a state of mind a country full of lakes
a sink full of rats/ noise the lying lions of thunders/
words unsaid become stinking elephants
and your eyes, where do they fall?
Where the glasses smell your cunt
I will not walk, where jellyfishes
smoke your pipe I will not talk/ only
refrain from human beings deciding for others
stay away from lonely machines knowing answers.
This is the country where we met, lady/
but not the country where we were born
where we first met this planet, that's why
we are so far away from ourselves, from our jungles
our angles and our angels who were there to guide us
in our first steps and tears, our first laughs and fears.
Mission of the poet
If you think you've got the answer I am here to prove you wrong
if you think you are wrong I am here to prove you right.
Predictions
Loaves of bread flying over the moon
and you stare at me with one eye
are you there is it me when did he die
when did the bird fall on the tree branch
I predict rains of birds in a full moon
when I was a prophet nothing was clear
people would ask for directions and predictions
but I only had questions, more questions and tears.
"You are loved", she said, now
you can go to bed and sleep.
"loved, ain't it wonderful to be loved
even by someone you don't love?"
"No, not really," the flying bird sang.
He was red and his eyes were blue.
Age
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I KNOW I AM GETTING old when I see you
when my feet ache when my back pains
or if not old yet, I know I am not young
when I stare my eyes at the young actress
showing most of her shoulders, reminding me
of you, you used to show more, with grace
and then masturbating thinking about her
and wondering about men who did the same
years ago when I could only see you when
my eyes were dictators of beauty, I know I
am not young anymore when I see the lines
on your face, lines of poetry, not beauty.
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THE SHORE OF THE OTHER
By the border of the sea
between water and sand
my life is born
between salt and water
my eyes turn blue
between shore and sand
my skin glitters
I am the one coming
from the other side of the sea
the other shore
the one which people say it doesn't exist
at the end of the sea
I am the sun that awakens
the sun that sets
I am
the other.
Light No Shadow
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WHEN YOUR TOOTH BREAKS down in tears
and millions of stallions fill the air
death is everywhere, death is cheap, death is a good deal
and your walking thermometer is the face of laugh
activate my account in those smoky rooms
deep in the wild sea, I will show you the way
to more and more tears until you learn to laugh
think of those moments when there was no future
no past, activate my glands in tiny soldiers rooms
drop my lines in garbage cans of golden rings
start reading my poems when darkness is dead
don't talk to me about shadows anymore, I see
them everywhere I go, I not only long for light
without shadows I will get it this time I will.