Somewhere in Providencia

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Categoría: Poetry

Like rats

We live like rats.
Crammed into our holes
Refugees in our sewers
Waiting anxiously what
The crumbs reach us from some dunghill.

We live like rats
In a shipwreck looking
Drowning in the open sea
Stepping on the small and weak rat
Leaving behind his remains
So that lagging rats
Devour them to the bone.

We live like rats
In colonies of thousands of members
All the same,
With the same thought:
Live one more day
Forgetting our condition as infected beings.

We live like rats
But we live.

Do we really live?

The Contract

Sign here, here and here
All ready

The mansion is yours
The luxurious new vehicle
That yacht moored
And the private Jet

You will not be short of women
Of generous breasts
And disproportionate butts

You can travel wherever you want
Eat the best dishes
Drug, drink or play
You will never lack balance in the bank

Believe me, you signed
The best contract
The most experienced commercial says so
They do not call me for nothing


I’m waiting for you

This new moon night
You can not fall asleep
There’s something in the shadows
That project the slits of the blind
That oppresses your insides without compassion

Reign the silence
But in your ears
Strange unspeakable whispers
They reproduce at intervals.

“Look under the bed

“I’m waiting for you”

You look under the bed
There is nothing


In the epicenter of the darkness

A huge eyes watch
And a mad grin
That simulates a hideous smile

“I’m waiting for you”

“Do not you want in this lonely nightSent my hug?”

Your body convulses
With the foggy mind
The muscles following another
They will stretch your trembling arms
To the impenetrable darkness
An icy touch grabs you
Pull tightly from your wrists
And drag you
Where your cries of pain
They sound empty and muted
And the crunch of your bones splintering
It dilutes between inaudible whispers

“I was waiting for you”

“Now we’ll rest together”


Reign the calm
The most absolute calm
The sky dappled with clouds
Is paralyzed
It is a canvas that varies
Light blue to red flame
It burns on the horizon
After monumental silent mountain ranges
Immutable in their eternity

A flock of ducks in formation
Point to a distant direction
Your destiny there far
Where winter does not exist
Very high Where the view just reaches
Vapor lines are intertwined
Or chemical trails
They weave a dawn
Another sunrise

Everything is in balance
The air Its breezes and strong winds
Water leaping in ethereal waterfalls
Grass The thousand-year-old forests
And further
At incomprehensible distances
The universe

What can break this perfect balance?

Under a cold winter sun

He looked at him in the distance
On the other side of the road
Sunny or snowy
Day and night
For his image, he sighed

Sad life of lovers
What they see in their yearnings
An impossible utopian
Well, by destiny’s designs
Their bodies are motionless
And they are separated
At the mercy of the whims
Of cyclic stations
And a dusty road

But the roots are deep
And his unstoppable desire
And they stretch until they caress
And interlace

Icy winds blow
They sow their slender stems
And to the sound of his incessant whistling
Under a cold winter sun
They extend until they hold on
Its skeletal branches
To form when weather conditions
Knotted to their bodies and souls
New green shoots
Flowers of delicate colors
And fruits of a thousand flavors

Crossing between stars

Lights in the distance
Dancing lights in the dark
What gives life to diffuse shadows
Shadows under lonely feet
Like yours or mine
Lights that blink and turn off

Could it be stars?

Lighthouses that guide the forgotten
Hiding the most unknown fears
Fear that goes from our hand
As faithful and violent dogs

Lights that are left behind
After passing quickly by your side
Followed by one more
And another …

Does anyone else feel them?

Lights visible from space
Splashing the globe
Like a disease
That is infected by the look

Have you ever seen the stars?

A grandfather asks his grandson
We travel between them
Although such a useless knowledge
This condemned to oblivion
Like you
Like me
How the world what
We know

(Or that we once knew)

The flower

It was the most beautiful flower in the garden
The most colorful
And I a bumblebee after his pollen
After its aromas
After its flavors
Eager to carry the end
With me your nectar

More as usual
In idyllic stories

(Libidinous by nature)

I ended up locked in his trap

(I fell without compunction)

Glued to its soft and moist touch
While being devoured
For his thirsty and hungry mouth

(Well, the honey that I could lick from his lips deserved it)

Looking for oblivion

“To drink or not to drink
Here is the question “

I watch the wet glass
And his golden delicacy
Stroking the ice cubes

My thirsty palate
And my brain always so dog
Calling arms
To a drink falling

To do pain
For having lost you
A small residue
Condemned to oblivion

(Despite finishing well fucked)

“How to refuse to that fate
When the heart has surrendered? “

First Journey

-The first time it always hurts –

You said caressing my hair
Then you lay down next to me
We kissed
And all around became mist
Except you and me

In the middle of the dreamy haze
We saw our bodies asleep
Breathing rhythmic
Empty containers in suspension

I think I strongly held your hand
And we float like swallows
Around our nest
In the forgotten spring of the world

At our reach infinity
And that first time
We were not able
The farthest from the stars
The one on the edge of the universe
Where beyond there is nothing
Only eternity
That eternity that throbs inside
That flashes to the beat
From our heartbeats
So intense
So eternal

The return hurt
You were right
But embraced
In this empty alternative reality
We want to travel again
Where we are the only ones
Living beings of the universe

The only ones really alive

Under the shadow of the tree of the world

I took you by the hand and I took you running and laughing at the base of the tree of the world. Around us, the rest of the universe moved slowly and I only thought of melting our bodies under their gargantuan branches, without being disturbed by the tremors that took place below, deep down in the subsoil where the roots of Yggdrasil were devoured slowly but irremediably.

We did not care The Ragnarok would arrive soon and everything known would be ravaged by bloody battles and desolation, but as it was written in the stars, it would be you and me alone to repopulate the world from among the ashes.

And so, under the shadow of the tree of the world, we fucked without worry or rest until the sunset came and the very existence shuddered before the compasses of distant drums of war.

The final judgment had begun and I could only think of lying next to you for all eternity.