Your Excellency(El gran señor)

In grace, he laids
or think he deserves
all wealth, all praise
for being himself
how wrong could he be
So short and ugly being
uncharming fiend
so relaying in position
he delights himself
speeches of past glory
of days far gone
the old man craves for more
 status and money
call him like honey
Your Excellency, yes, sir
no orthographic mistakes
so perfect in the mirror
the old man sees himself
no wrinkle, no flaw
no dissident on the crowd

Haunting thoughts

What it's long or lost
no end to distort
drawing outside
the lines of contour
fainting colors
dark corners
haunting thoughts
of what it's gone.

Hours of a day

A query in the air
lone hours of a day
a dragon asleep
a captive waiting to flee
so many ideas
but nothing to do
fears, haunting clues
suffering the usual blues
fighting boredom
with sword and  a spoon.

Darkness

The night steal the last lights away
cover face of earth in shadows
I wish had more light as time
to finish everything and close
my eyes with the lights
that slowly die by the embrace of darkness
wide open eyes that do not see
beyond the twinkling shimmer of stars
so high and proud.

A sort of apology

Tears in my hands
words in my tongue
how can I make right
what I first did wrong
I wanted you beyond
anything I could explain
I grabbed you with both hands
as my saviour from my caos
I kept you for so long
as a flipping ring around my finger
At the end my worn off lines
were pointless, as you left
when I finally said
I could not leave you again.
So now I am the past
something far and painful
distant memories that haunt you
in cold nights.

Now and then

Now and then

I think of you
like a dream that never came true
like fire that never dies
as the nightmare of the  undone
Now and then
I feel for you
all the feelings I felt before
Wishing I have not met you
longing to have you again
imagining how is to have you
Now and then
I cry for you
for losing you
for crossing you
for being me.

Shooting line

Sweet and sour, taste of mine
a walk along the shooting line
carving scars that remain open
for longer than just a while
 Thoughts that seem dirty
attitude dangerous or flirty
fantasies that flight to high
obsessions, hard to fight
Endless paradox
of being alive.

Paperweight

A pile of books
to heal and sooth
fix my ignorace
or make it sound cool
lose myself in pages
live the life of others
seems far more delightful
that live my life
with sadness and cold
a stone hard heart
as paperweight for flying
dreams and demented poems.

Glassy look

Cold hands that seem long dead
glassy look of distant thoughts
gloomy night without stars
confabulation of dark forces
pushing, twisting, killing
all illusions, all hope
nothing to grab on.

Tears and daftness

Endless night, when all the stars
have left me in the dark
crying for my crimes
knitting guilt and sorrow
in a long,long scarf.
memories refuse to cease
do not faint as they should have
Nights in complete dark
no light of hope
nor dime of joy
tears and daftness my only certainties.

Every memory

Break every memory
wipe all token
that remain after the storm
nothing that brings
a remind of things
that want to be forgotten
bury deep in the sand
shall not make you sad.

Rave

It rains upside down
my sense has  never been found
I look unceasingly for answers
for a sign , for strength
a force so powerful
that can move mountains
so inmense as the milky way.
Defeated and in tears
I can only whispear in rave
where can you be
unstoppable force
so hidden for me.

Fair wall

Farewell, fair wall
we met so well
better that what's beyond
with bleeding knukkles
and a sore forehead
I embraced you,
obstacle on my way
I talked to you
as the only one there
what you holded beyond
was so dear to me
that embracing you
made me feel hope
hope for what
 I was denied of
farewell, fair wall
you made me see
that some things
impossible shall always be
no matter how ardently
they are desired
or how close they seem to be...