Let Go

Words strike again.
Pounding veins, wide open,
endless motorways of rush
into the heart.
Heart stops for a while,
what is one supposed to feel.
I ponder in the darkness you left me.
You strike and strike,
and the dagger you pretend to use
stuns me under the sun.
You don't know how to manage, 
do you?
You don't know 
how to pull yourself together,
do you?
You don't know how to move me,
do you?

I don't blame you,
I'm no shelter.
My watery hands slip through
my pockets,
I'm of no use to anyone.
You can cover with the rags
of my skin,
but my souls are growing far
behind a tree.
You can't have me wholesome.

Don't bring me that,
don't bring me that.
Phony the lips
I once kissed.
Cursed the days 
we desired together.
I blame my light,
I blame it!
I want you to go,
flying through my window,
turning into the air
that's suffocating my
bones!

I know you will cry.
Half my voice cries tonight, too.
But let me go,
let me sail away,
let me go,
let me fly away,
let me not to stay here
covering with my arms
what's left in nostalgia,
crowded memories,
twisted reveries
of the sad play and replay
that was us.

You don't know how to move me,
do you?
I'm already one with the pavement.
One made of stone,
one more deaf silent girl
lost in the city,
made free by the city,
one with the crowds.

Don't let the intricate workings of pain
turn you off.
I beg.

Come, spring.

A cara lavada,
a cara descubierta,
recién nacida,
enfrentaré la nueva primavera
que acecha mi ventana.

Es difícil dormir
con tantas raíces
bajo las sábanas.
Amarrándome las costillas,
las muñecas.
Así quién puede entender
las armas secretas
de las constelaciones
formándose en los sueños.

¡Quién podría entender jamás
las tierras secretas del amor
con las manos atadas!

Esta primavera de brazos libres
me encuentro sola en la danza
de las flores de almendral,
los aromos y cerezos.
Como la hermana proscrita,
saludan el paso
de mis zapatos inconclusos.
Tengo una luz
chica.
Tengo unas pocas
ideas saltarinas.
Tengo la piel inquieta
por otra piel
de promesas tiernas
y sencillas
como una sonrisa.

¿Bailará mi cuerpo?
No se ha de repetir
el canon.
Hay música gastada
que yace bajo la cama,
pero que aterra mi dormir.

Ahora, si vemos juntos
los nuevos mundos
de espontáneo formados,
quizás esta primavera
se abra con colores
inexplorados.

Quizás no dure tanto, y quizás
sea nuestra mejor estación.

Sin romper la delicadeza,
sin perder de vista las grietas,
bailemos solos,
sincronizados,
pero solos.
Que cada uno tiene su primavera.

Mis ojos están listos
para plantar las camelias necesarias
en mi jardín.

The Blue.

City will ask me
for more than my flesh and bones.
Rats sneak into my marrow.
They were asked by godly forces
to bite it, change it, build a monument
to the lost battles.

Every chime of the city church
is surrender.
Someone will forget my verses
before getting shot in the chest.

But everything is reverse.
City kills me, but brings me to life.
Rats scratch, but kiss muy skin.
Monuments are risen, then are fallen
by the ghosts of underrated poets.

City, why am I staying?
Lonely will defeat me for your design.
This plague of never-ending nights
will destroy the springs in my reveries.
Why am I staying?

The news says we bring curses.
The news says we are affliction.
We, the blue, are the crippled.

But everything is reverse.
Tomorrow, I'll be dancing
over my own grave. 

Velveteen.

Take my tiny ribs, 
build the biggest ship
to enter the void.
Then take me to eternity.

You worship the disgrace
I've fallen into,
you've made a shrine 
out of my flaws.

Make this gathering of 
bones, insides and hearts
feel like a body again.

You place the darkness
where there are blinding lights.
You unveil my very core,
creep in,
kiss, destroy and rebuild.

Now, please take me.
Where you want me, I'll be
following your fire.
My unrest fits your hands,
I know you'll caress it.

Dusk will call upon us,
so be ready
to disappear.

Be ready
to play.