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.
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.
lunes, 14 de noviembre de 2022
lunes, 25 de julio de 2022
Fugitive pieces
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
lunes, 6 de junio de 2022
A bunch of words
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
lunes, 17 de enero de 2022
So loud this world
For the sensitive ear
Such a clear sky
For the blurred mind
So thin the air
So bright the light
By this seashore
With the waves so calm.
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