Diamonds and rust

"And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid" 

Joan Baez


Le regalaste mi canción,
Tu corazón mecánico,
Los besos que no me diste
Y tu sonrisa Polaroid.
Dejó su huella en mi vacío
Y se llevó mi rastro.
Aún puedo oler su perfume

Tu lui as offert ma chanson,
Ton cœur mécanique,
Les baisers que tu ne m'as pas donné
Et ton sourire Polaroid.
Elle a laissé sa marque sur mon vide
Et elle a suivi ma trace.
Je peux encore sentir son parfum.

Unspoken

Guts in my words
Words in my eyes,
My hands, my womb.
My whole body aches
With unspoken words
Unable to blurt.
Voiceless my mouth
Frozen my lips
Clotted my blood
In imposed lockdown.

Love is a place

"For happiness (...) isn’t being loved; that was just a slightly nauseous satisfaction of vanity. Happiness is loving and perhaps seizing a few short illusory moments of intimacy with the object of one’s love"

Thomas Mann

A Aute. In memoriam



Love is a harbour
Off the main land
Which links islands.
Might you arrive
Attuning your sails,
Yielding to the wind.
Love is a place
Where you spread
Your seeds and hope
For the rain to fall.
Love is a rendez-vous
Out of choice
Subject to will
And entire surrender.
Love is a dream,
A wishful thinking
Where you run into
The perfect stranger
In sheer recognition
Devoid of pride.
Not a fairy tale
With a happy end.

La noche

La ventana se abre
A la noche iluminada.
Una brisa insomne
Se enreda en mi pubis.
Entre tu espalda y la mía,
Quince centímetros
Habitados por silencios.
Susurro un blues con sordina,
Amargo y salado
Como el último tequila.

Amores tibios

Fríos como
Madrugada
De desierto.
No arden pero
Queman el alma
Como las dunas
Bajo el sol de mediodía.
Enturbian los ojos
Y hieren la piel
Como la arena
Cuando sopla el Siroco.
Secan los labios,
Humedecen las manos
Y funden en negro,
Los amores tibios.

They are cold
Like dawn
In the desert,
Don't set on fire
But burn the soul
Like the dunes
Under midday sun.
They blur the eyes
And hurt the skin
Like sand
When the Siroco blows.
They dry the lips,
Moisten the hands
And fade into black,
Lukewarm loves.