Lista del mercado

Debo comprar una caja de cerillos,
así prendería todas las cartas de amor
todas las fotos, hojas y poemas
que me recuerdan a tí.

Debo comprar una aspiradora,
con ella recogería todas las cenizas
y el polvo que dejaste al pasar
que me recuerda a tí.

Debo comprar un diario,
escribiré las mentiras de felicidad
en las que no hay nada
que me recuerda a tí

...

Debo comprar una botella de alcohol,
o algo que me despierte de esta melancolía
porque toda fragancia me entristece
que me recuera a tí

Debo comprar pastillas para olvidar,
esas que llevan tu nombre, así
no necesitaría perder todas las cosas
que me recuerdan a tí.

Debo comprar unas tijeras,
triturar esta tonta lista de compras.
Me doy cuenta que es imposible
que todo me recuerda a tí...

Quiero escribirte algo

No un poema, ni unas cartas.
Tampoco "las tres palabras,"
esas se escriben mejor en tus oidos
en una banca para los dos.

Per0,
no sé cómo...
no sé cuándo...
no sé dónde...

Patético

Tal vez porque era viernes a medio día o
las escaleras de un piso a otro,
mis pasos quedaron en tu sombra y las palabras
por la distancia, ahogadas.

Es lo obvio y lo imposible del deseo

se me acaba la esperanza y siento
como se me escapa el aliento,
creo que me falta el cuerpo y la cara
o algo para que me amara...

y sigo en las escaleras...

Caminando

Le tengo miedo a la noche....
A los respiros de soledad entre vida...
A la melancolía y palidez pintada en negros y amarillos...
A los murmullos rápidos y destellantes...
A los puentes con un alma en pena...

A veces le tengo miedo a su compañía callada...
A sus estrellas sin sueño ni sueños...
A la luna negra y blanca...
A los susurros silenciosos en mis oidos...
A la oscuridad por donde caminan mis ojos...

Bus stop dreaming and other dirty stuff...

aaaaah... don't drown... tell ya something funny...

Okay... so I was wondering-- you know, that kind of daydreaming and wondering-- "hey, why can't the magic muffin come over an make this stupid bus appear." You know, standing there, under the sun (blue jacket and everything) was no fun. It is even less funny when you suddenly realize "hey, I've gotta go to the bathroom" but you just cannot go to the bathroom since you are waiting for the bus. There was no way I could leave the spot, cross the bridge, ehter the Prepa, go all the way to the bathrooms then do my thing and return all the way down to the bus stop to wait again. So I decided "hey, I'm not giong to return to piss in the bathrooms. I will do it when I can't resist the urge anymore" So I kept waiting... and the urge kept growing. I felt that little liquid ball inside me filling and poking me. Anyway, I was about to go up the bridge and face towards the bathrooms when I see the goddamn bus coming. Needless to say I returned and went to the bus.
So with my 3 coins in hand I came up the three steps and looked at the driver. "What the f.-.???" the guy was naked. "what? never seen a naked driver?" ... No way I was staying in that bus. I mean, what kind of bus driver get naked on its job? But,nature's call was just stronger. Slowly, and from my armlenght I paid that nudist driver. So I finally turn to the seats and "what the f.-.?? they're naked too" Oh well... since I was in this kind of nudist bus I decided I should also take off everything. you know it was still hot and all...
Ah, fresh air coming trough every pore of my skin. That felt good. But there were no empty seats. so I stand there and look around. I try not to imagine things but it was just impossible. Especially when you hear a red headed copule moaning behind you in fierce action. Or some lesbians close together, really close. heck... the last four seats where occupied by about 8 people... and those two DUDES--- agh... nevermind. You know it was impossible to imagine things when everything was so explicit.
I started thinking "Well, just try to ignore everything around and you'll be fine. Ignore those fat ladies, those dudes, maybe if you just close your eyes... "
"Hello, there!" so I turn around and see this dude acting very **closes eyes >.<** provocatively sensual. >_>"Thinking about being alone, now find a girl FAST!" So I turn around and see that, kinda fair girl. I stand next to her but the other dude comes and says "Don't pay him attention, he's coming with me." I know, I must respect each person's sexuality but heck I was not going to lay down with a guy. **maybe you know someone like.--- nevermind** Suddenly the bus driver, yeah the one who started all this nudity madness, screams "HANG ON TO SOMETHING!" but it wass just too late. the bus had fallen of the bridge and I found myself going out of the window, flying trough a bunch of a lot more of nudists. I hanged to something squishy, soft and plumpy. "as long as I hold this ehmm... uh... whatever they are Ill be ok" so I land in this soft, meaty, stuff.. this pillow, and these blankets... and oh crap I've pissed myself while I slept...