martes, 29 de enero de 2008

Nothing

Nothing will come of nothing,
And the rest remains
Restless in the mind
Of the everything.

Who cares about nothing
When all has been said
By a mouth that preserves
Its silent being?

jueves, 24 de enero de 2008

XXX

For mmmmmmmmm several mmmmmmmm years
I’ve mmmmmmmmmm been
Shouting

In
Silence, mmmmmmm without
Tears, mmmmmmmm without mmmmmm pretentions;

But, mmmmmmmmm it mmmmmmmm seems,
No mmmmmmmm one
Listens,

For
The mmmmmmmm thousand
Faces mmmmmmmm keep mmmmmm moveless,

Blank mmmmmmm as mmmmmmmm their
Incongruent, mmmmm owned,
Play.

My
Voice mmmmmmm continues
Its mmmmmmmm motiveless mmmmm discourse,

As mmmmmmm if mmmmmmmm in
Doing mmmmmm that
Simple

Action,
The mmmmmmm light
Would mmmmm stop mmmm eternally;

But, mmmmm it mmmmmmm is
Not mmmmm so,
Since

It
Is mmmmmm still
Crossing mmmmm that mmmmmm window

Above mmmmmm my mmmmmmm head
And mmmmmmmm my
Bed,

That
Remains mmmmmmm in
Wanting mmmmmm since mmmmmmm famine.

Yet, mmmmmm it’s mmmmmmm not
Reason mmmmmm for
Quietness;

No,
The mmmmmmm movement
Could mmmmmmmm have mmmmm disappeared,

And, mmmmmm also, mmmmmmm the
Thickest mmmmmm of
Blood:

My
Voice mmmmmm keeps
Its mmmmmmm silent mmm discordance.

Have mmmmmm you mmmmmmm ever
Heard mmmmmm morning’s
whisper?

It
Is mmmmmm like
The mmmmm heat’s mmmm sound

When mmmmm it mmm penetrates
The mmmmm ice’s
Skin:

A
Joyful mmmmm clamour
Weeping mm in mmmm mud.

Have mmmm you mmmm ever
Heard mmm tear’s
falling?

It
Iis mmm like
A mmmm crystallize mm wonder

Broken mm by mmmmm the
Same mmm godly
Craftsman

That
built mm its
Surface mmm and mm interiors:

A mmm baby’s m breath
During mmmmm a
Dream.

In
silence, mm there
Is mmm no m hope,

Nor mm desires; mm it
Only mm exists
Forever,

Even
Inside mm the
First mm sea’s mm tide,

Without m
worrying m about
Extinction mm and
Perpetuation:

That’s
Its purpose
And my fail.

XXIX

Once
mm again,
I’m
mm dying
mmmm in
Heartbeats;

They
mm are
mmmm demonstrating
The
mm claimed
Nonsense

Of
mm belief
mmmm and
Hope;
It’s
mm terrifying.

I
mm tried
mmmm to
Convince
Myself
mm about

A
mm possibility
That
mm came
mmmm between
Smiles,

Kisses,
And
mm a

mmmm lonely
Shared
mm night:

It
mm was
mmmm incomplete:
Hope
mm isn’t
Enough,

As
mm well
mmmm as
Belief:
Fake
mm illusions,

Though
mm comprehensible
In
mm their
mmmm sublime
Words.

I
mm always
mmmm knew
This
Could
mm happen;

Yet
mm ears
mmmm and
Knowledge
Aren’t
mm together.

When
mm one
mmmm listens
The
mm other
Ignores;

When
mm one
mmmm pretends,
The
mm other
Achieves.

Destiny
mm or
mmmm fortune,
You
mm would
Say;

One
mm or
mmmm the
Other,
mm you’d
Complete.

However,
I’m
mm getting
mmmm tired
Of
mm playing

The
mm fortune’s
mmmm fool,
And
mm of
Pretending

To
mm understand
The
mm string
mmmm before
Having

The
mm web;
There’s
mm no
mmmm magic
Mirror,

Only
mm shadows
mmmm needed
To
mm be
Veiled;

Or
mm to
mmmm be
Preserved
In
mm darkness.

What
mm is
mmmm happening
Then?
Tomorrow?
mm Again?

I
mm do
mmmm not
Want
To
mm know.

I
mm do
mmmm not
Need
To
mm know.

I’m
mm apart,
Torn
mm apart,
mmmm in
Fact;

Living
mm a
mmmm life
Dissolved
After
mm beating.

What
mm is
mmmm next?
I’d
Ask
mm you.

A
mm single
mmmm death,
Knowing
mm me
Alone,

C
m r
mm y
mmm i
mmmm n
mmmmm g

mmmmmm a
mmmmmmm n
mmmmmmmm d

mmmmmmmmm b
mmmmmmmmmm e
mmmmmmmmmmm a
mmmmmmmmmmmm t
mmmmmmmmmmmmm i
mmmmmmmmmmmmmm n
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm g,
I
m n

mm u
mmm n
mmmm c
mmmmm e
mmmmmm r
mmmmmmm t
mmmmmmmm a
mmmmmmmmm i
mmmmmmmmmm n
mmmmmmmmmmm t
mmmmmmmmmmmm y,
U
m n
mm k
mmm n
mmmm o
mmmmm w
mmmmmm n.

miércoles, 23 de enero de 2008

Realization

There’s no reason to suffer;
No matter how deep the wounds are,
No matter how aggressive this world could be,
No matter how high the hope lies,
No matter how strong the memory is,
There will be always an answer.

Nevertheless, sometimes this
Answer does not have that name;
Some people call him destiny,
Or disgrace,
Or death,
Or life,
Or god,
Or mother,
Or friends.
The answer has different masks,
The clue is to identify its real feature,
And unmask it so as to prove
That nothing remains
In this reality for us.

Fear only fear itself,
It has been said once and again;
There’s no such a thing as the fear,
Just a bunch of people
Of situations
And catastrophes;
But this is the human world,
The so called society
And, beyond that, life.

There’s no reason to suffer,
It is only an invention
To please our impossibility
Of realizing that once we are dead
Our grin will be gorgeous.

lunes, 21 de enero de 2008

XXVIII

Eternal? mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmml Yes, not even
There’s nothing mmmmmmmmmmmmll This peculiar

With that modifier; mmmmmmmmmmmmml Anxiety


mmmmmmmmm Called after taking,
mmmmmmmmmmm Possessing
mmmmmmmmmmll And desiring;

How do they
Summon this
Feeling?

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmll Well, with four
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmml Letters,
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm A shout,

mmmmml A whisper, mmmmmm Love;
mmmmmmmml And, mmmmmm Such a wonderful
Sometimes, and idea: mmmmmm Ordered chaos.

Though it has
Been always
(un)covered

mmm Behind a veil
mmmmmm Of mmmmmmmmmm It’s not;
Simulated perpetuity, mmmmmmmmmm Fragile,
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Destined to die

mmmmmmmmmm As soon as
The first
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Glance

Discovers the reason
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Of, faintly,
mmmmmmmmmmmm Loving.

Yet,
This is
Not a realisation; mmmmmmmmm No,
mmmmmmmmmmmmm There’s no
Conscience, unconsciously acting:

mmmmmmmm Nature, instinct,
Nothing
mmmmm More mmm than mmmmm that.

As human beings,
They denied
mmmmmmmmmmmm Everything;

mmmmmmmmmmmm As animals,
They mmmmmmmmmmmm prove it
All.

The mmmmmm difference
mmmmmmmmm Is that being
mmmm Human

Requires a state
Of deep
Reason;

mmmmmmmm Meanwhile,
mmmmmmm Being animal
Requires only grace, mmmm Wanting and some
mmmmmmmm Kind of
Intelligence

That the mankind
Lost
Time ago:

mmmmm The (not)knowing
Of need and
mmmmmm Satisfaction.

mmmmm When the glance
(dis)covers
The mmmmmm knowing,

He’s ready to
Exchange
The feeling,

Then,
It acquires
Some new features:

The “renovation”
Is its eternal
Consummation;

The consummation
Is its renovated
Eternity.

sábado, 19 de enero de 2008

XXVII

I’m happy!
Can
You believe it? mmmmmmmmmm Of course, since
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm You are the
Though, I am mmmmmmmmmmmmm Cause.
Also, again,
Afraid, mmmmmmmmmmmmmm But, this time,
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm You aren’t
I’m scared mmmmmmmmmmmmmm Guilty.
Of
Myself, my feelings; mmmmmmmm I’ll give you
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Everything
My existence, mmmmmmmmmmmmm At all.
My freedom, my
Solitude, mmmmmmmmmmmm And, specially, my
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Sweet mortal
It’s not a mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Death.
Sacrifice,
A mistake, mmmmmmmmmmm Not this decision,
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Our tender
I’m not sacrificing mmmmmmmmmm Pact;
Anything
At all, mmmmmmmmmmmmmm Since it was,
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm And is,
Since the first mmmmmmmmmmmm Yours
Time
We knew, mmmmmmmmmmmmm Not met,
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm It
Although mmmmmmmmmmm Is quite different.
I don’t know
The end, mmmmmmmmmmmmmm As if it
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Were
Although mmmmmmmmmmm Half important;
I do know
The uncontinuity, mmmmmmmmm As if it
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Have had
I mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Mattered,
Wan to go
On; incredible? mmmmmmmmm (Rhetoric,
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm For I have
Do you see? mmmmmmmmmm The answer)
(it’s for
You) mmmmmmmmmmmmmm That is why
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I am
In other words, mmmmmmmmmm Afraid:
Old,
Elizabethan words: mmmmmmm “I’m happy
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Of
(Almost like that. mmmmmmm Not being happy”
Death is
Silent.) mmmmmmmmmm Frightening happiness:
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm The fear of
Joyful fear: mmmmmmmmmmmm Losing;
Our definition of
Love.


---------------------

Written six months ago,
it does not matter any more.

XXVI

Only one tear
To be
Shed:


There is no
Time for
Two,

At least in
This humble
World.

Yet, it is
Delightful to
Understand

That inside remains
A hundred
More.

One to the
Future, carrier,
Banner

Of pretentions and
Wanting of
Youth.

One to the
Present, certain
Guardian

Protector of misfortune,
Though luckily
Blind.

One to the
Past, dear
Reminder

Of errors, mistakes
That appear
Unveiled.

A tear’s glory
Liberates the
Sensations,

The feelings crumbled
After long
Years

Of suffering and
Pain; their
Success

Constitutes the lack
Of any
Regrets.

One after the
Other, they
Continue

Their path no
Matter the
Obstacles.

They are free,
As a
Dream

Dreamt by madness
And ordered
Chaos.

They are alive
Meanwhile they
Fall,

In a dull
Sound that
Splashes

In red silked
Multitude; it’s
Unimportant,

At least between
This reality
Created

By truly believers wwww One more tear wwwwwww As it was
Of inconstant wwwwwww And it’ll wwwwwwww supposed to
Hope. wwwwwwwwww Be wwwwwwwwwww be.

XXV

Four thousand years,
A bit
More;
There’s nothing to
Say about
It. I have seen
Destruction, and
Anger. I have felt
The pulsed
Trigger,
Thundering in discussion
With the
Dove;
Then the fire
Covering two
Eyes,
A mouth open,
An ear
Close.
But, there’s nothing
To say
About.
I have heard
A fragile
Voice,
Corrupted after temptation,
Asking for
Freedom
Though its arms
Are completely
Free.
I have touched
A white
Skin,
In silk dressed
To pretend
Existence,
To claim property
And confused
Manners.
But, there’s nothing
To say
About.
I have tasted
The inexistent
Ashes,
That once inhabited
The wonder
Land,
Now a gentile
Tale to
Tell.
I have been
Disrupted in
Seclusion
To liberate myself
From hate,
Love.
But, there’s nothing
To say
About.
I have had
The single
Truth,
And the only
Lie of
God.
But, there’s nothing
To say
About.
It’s a story
To pass
On.
 
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