Between Real and Unreal

…The thing with no name,
Surrounded by sadness,
That kind of sadness
Penetrating the silence,
That kind of silence
Searching for the tears,
Those tears
Becoming cubes of light,
Those cubes wondering
On their situation of their becoming,
Being involved in a movement
Apparently anarchic,
Needing, ”a priori cognoscible”,
Some synthetic truths
And a lot of empirical postulates
On the shape of their inner dislocation,
Their inner being having an unstable equilibrium,
Needing a stable equilibrium,
That equilibrium
Becoming an emblematic symbol
For the diminishing boundary
Between real and unreal,
That cubic thought withdrawing into the self,
Slowly becoming
Memory….

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Cosmic Alarm

Land-mark aeons of
uncertainty and imbalance, new
prototypes for our souls and our minds,
the flowers growing up through the stone cracks,
the unconscious becoming conscious,
the interconnectedness
between the fragments of this cosmic convolution, where
Jehovah explains the Wisdom of the simplicity in
the mortal untapped depths of knowledge, the cowardice
as an aboriginal universal human reality
on the edge of the extinction while losing
the strength to change the outcome,
the synchronization of the nature with the existence,
a new time of an unspeakable rigorousness,
a human awakening,
the highest and the deepest dimensions of being,
Black Road or Xibalba Be,
some energy shifts,
the time in its scriptural Zero point,
the exhaustive expulsion shooting highly,
a nuclear bulge of the Milky Way,
the awesome waves,
Cosmic alarm clock ringing in the human psyche,
a time of change
leaving seeds for the future,
the spiral evolution,
being in-between two important seconds
with our thoughts engendered by duality,
teetering between the
extremes of extinction and illumination…

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Chaotic Seconds

Your tongue becomes a
stretch of your
scream. It is, in fact,
a lying tongue, which
breaks the complex
truths until they are
transformed into simple
meanings, exactly in the same manner
the hours are
decomposed into chaotic
seconds to be recomposed
for new hallucinating time. Our
erratic thoughts anguish inside
our ignorance and inside our resignation. Our
spaces seep into another
common one. The light
dances on our exhausted
bodies all its
shades of red. We
love each other in
our dream….

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Bleeding Words

To talk with you doesn’t make any sense,
When your bloody words can hurt me so much.
An exciting show is your best defense,
Slaughtered thoughts drop nakedly at the soul’s touch.

The bleeding screams are sutured in my soul.
In time, the silence of this torment grips
Some domination for a selfish goal,
While inconceivable are my truth’s lips.

Why don’t you give me a chance to leave you?
I’m a prisoner in this drama of love.
Between deformed walls, this jazz is a blue
Stretch of the sky to reach the stars above.

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Araucana Chilean

Araucana Chilean

I look into your eyes and I can see
Those wonderful Amsonia tabernaemontana.
You have so much trustworthiness and confidence
And when I look into your eyes,
I swear I can see your soul.
I look into your uplifting spirit and I see
The sunny sky and the soothing ocean
Of your sunny love and your soothing melancholy.
I make love to you,
You make love with me…
A little more, harder than before,
I look into your eyes and
I see that all my blue dreams come true….
I see two little birds of Araucana
Trying to leave their blue eggs….

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