Felt your trembling soul
Beating at a familiar rhythm
So close to mine
In the intangible outer space
-no man’s land-
I tried to reach you
But was afraid by doing so
I would wake up from a dream
I kept on dreaming
And got lost in the dream
Casi todos nuestros temores, deseos y sueños habitan un lugar solitario que está dentro de nosotros y en el que, paradójicamente, muchos confluimos, a veces a destiempo, otras compartiendo espacios paralelos. A este lugar solitario en el que buscamos refugio y respuestas a través de la música, la literatura, el cine, la pintura, el ARTE, sois todos bienvenidos.
Felt your trembling soul
Beating at a familiar rhythm
So close to mine
In the intangible outer space
-no man’s land-
I tried to reach you
But was afraid by doing so
I would wake up from a dream
I kept on dreaming
And got lost in the dream
Tengo un corazón acuático
que late con la marea.
Desciende a lo más profundo
Con su cuerpo de sirena.
Rastrea naufragios de conchas,
de pétalos de azucena.
Sus escamas de plata brillan
bajo un bum de estrellas.
I have an aquatic heart
that beats with the tides.
It goes down to the deepest
wrapped in her mermaid robe.
She follows the trail
of sinking shells and lily petals.
Her silver scales shining
Under a blast of stars.
Llegaste con el Meltemi
Un día de primavera.
Mientras estuvistes en casa
Paseaste por el Kastro
Agarrado a mi cintura.
Tú arrancaste una flor
Que se ahogaba entre las piedras.
Yo miraba al horizonte,
Enferma del mal de altura,
Temiendo caer del cielo
Sobre un campo de amapolas.
Serifos, abril 2023
Entre tu ola y la mía
Hay un abismo de espuma.
En la cresta de la tuya
Bailan peces.
Sobre la mía
La bruma se posa.
Look for me
In my belongings,
Between the lines of my readings,
Among the words of my writings.
Look for me
In the songs of my playlist,
On the dust particles
Which cover my jewellery.
Look for me
In the geometric pattern
Of the rug at my feet
Where my eyes tried to work out answers.
In the scent which floats in my bedroom
And in the pictures hidden in the shelf
Look for me in the chocolate drawer
In my make up stuff and handbag,
In the spot of the corridor
Where I used to forget
What I was going to fetch
And in the question mark dots
Spread all over my place.
If you happen to find me
Take me out for a ride
But don't forget my lipstick
You will know by now
Where to carry my fugitive pieces.
Toulouse. July 2022
Chilly and wet
Were the days
When you would wake up
In the early morning
Concerned by the passing of time,
Blue and moody,
Expecting someone, sometime,
Might knock on your door
Bringing a bunch of beautiful words
To soothe your troubled heart.
Hammersmith (London) June 2022