Vertical

...then the doll doesn't want to dance
while strings get tight on it's neck
don't you want to move? why?
is the sharp ending giving you fear?
are your tired fingers drown by a tear?
is there a vulture sweating on your meals?
are the stars beaming through your skin?
is the blood on your head swiming
across the fields?

don't move, little one
surely a mask will find your place
on a crystal stand
and save your grains of sand
from the wind

Dream

I had a dream, and the dream was alive
the dream was growing like dying star
bigger and bigger, through threads it glides
I shared the dream with minds alike
a lot of words the dream inspired
eating the flows of the life inside
tentacles sprouting, touching, then die
a loving memory of the times afar
the dream had dreamt, inception ignites
infinite dreams the dream have had
it dreamt of me, it dreamt for miles
it dreamt of the masks that decay outside
the dream was big, as big as mine
the dream exploded, with barely a sign
as colours expand, swell and divide
the pieces we breath borrowing time
because the dream was dream, a dream to have
the dream I dream, a dream of lies.

Afar from the shore

Living doll full of sand
precarious sews across fingers
water only makes
the movements
heavy
so
slow
solely
for an unknown all-seeing eye
that makes the impossible
not that far away.

Weave

Quiero bailar inconciente
entre los edificios que se van alzando
hasta nubes de algodon
tejidas de sueños olvidados
por una mano que, piadosa,
envía su dedo acusador
al rincón de la alegría
que viaja fina entre agujas
de metal encandilado
por la luz que escapa de las nubes
de algodón, que apelmazan
los sueños que la mano
dejó entre el polvo, con
un solo dedo acaramelado
rematado en un ojo, que mira
inquieto una comisura ambigua
descendiendo entre fosas
que rebalzan de luz quieta
esperando el temblor de las máquinas.