A ver, que crees?
Que el sol
simplemente es
la luna?
luna cubierta en llamas

O quizas
mil veces preferias
que te cuente que
el sol es la luna
pero desnudo


Cuando anochece
fuera sale la esfera
de leche
y por encima del mar
Mira...
mira como brillan
pequenas gotas lacteas
como si reflejando las estrellas

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Dulce, dulce luna
la fragilidad nuestra
en este universo tan mas alla
y aqui
somos tan pequenos

Y porque no pretendemos
que yo soy la luna
y tus llamas solares me consumen?

Asi logramos ser grandes e importantes
siempre.

oops.

summer for lovers

I was tempted to swoop my finger across it, as if to lick the cream off. The sun seemed frosty in the morning and it was a muted brightness that condensed on the ground to dew.

"The course of true love never did run smooth."

The streams of heat emitted were tender and sweet to my shoulders. The grass blades flickered in the breeze and I'm reminded of the candles you'd light by your bedside.

The shadows in the room were graceful and full of rhythm. The lit wax was releasing an enticing smell of gardenias and sandalwood. I remember always wanting to be by your side because we were in synch and you always made me sigh.

But just as the sun rises and we met, the sun also sets.

shadow play

The sun used to set moods for us and our day and how we would use the light to play, in the sun, in the shadows, in the drizzled rain, in the bed. The sun that is our life source and decides when most of the world is awake and the other side slaved by the moon and the night and the darkness. The sun which emits heat that feeds vitamin D to our bodies but also nourishes our green cousins that provide us with such pure oxygen.
Sun, my son, giving me warm in the cold and in the heat a shimmering glow as to appear like a pretty penny.

space between spheres

Can you come back down from the moon?
I'm going to be burning down this ladder,
really soon.

Would you please stop being to selfish?
Stubborn, stupid, what's the difference?

You can't hide out there all day.
You better come around.
I'm not demanding but I just...

I want to get rid of this frown.

Get back to reality.
Get over it!
Get ready.

get, get,
to get,
to get here,
together.

I miss you, please.
Earth wants you home.

"untitled"

the confused and
never-really-lonesome heart,
blood pumping connections,
anatomical art

oh my Heart,
in constant conference
with my Mind,
mindlessly worried about time

the art of the Heart,
the menacing Mind,
the need of finding a thin line

to agree, to disagree,
to digress, to feel free

the things of wine

desperation washed over her,
like the waves smoothing a stone.

at the bay, you watched
while nature took it's toll.



(that just happened, right now)