Resolution

The beams of mercy
cover every reflective spot
but the warmth is not
the shadows roam
like there is no sketch,
No amnesty.

And the blaze of color
ignites the glare
imminent disaster
I stare in distress
like there is no pride,
No forgiveness.

The hazel is fading out
the argue is mute
and the silence too loud.
No oath was taken
No race to run
No indulgences.

Lo inexistente

Sos el intrigante deseo de inhalar aire-amoniaco.
Me tenes confundida, suspirando
como dormida
en la imagen de tu mirada congelada sobre mi.
Y me declaro adicta a las cosquillas infantiles
que, pese a los mortales gritos del silencio
siguen recorriendo lo que quiero tuyo;
mas no deberia.

Sos esa llama oculta en azul sereno.
Sos la calma en la tormenta que vos mismo
trajiste a mi.
Y si te vas y me ignoras
Sos la razon para luchar
para escribir.

Sos pues,
mucho mas que lo que mi fragil respirar
puede soportar...
Me fortaleces.
Sos lo que merecen los que se aman,
la noche.
Sos lo que se esconde en el monte rojizo
que nadie conoce
sino solo los que han muerto.

Sos el barco perdido en el mar de hielo,
embotellado;
la fabrica de nieve y niebla.
Sos mio, amante de lo desconocido.
Mi enigma
Mi paradoja
Lo inexistente,
Mio.
Sos el efecto de mi vicio.

To Chris

There's something about this
something unknown
unexplainable
unbearable
something surreal.

There's nothing about this
nothing thrilled
heard
wrong
nothing foreseen.

There's craziness about this
crazy context
stories
feelings
crazy is it all.

But there's no way about this
No way to fight it
to deny it
to avoid it
No way to turn around.

So let me hid from this
from the impact
the unexplored
the magic
hide from your eyes;

for if I fix mi sight on them
I fix my wishes
my future
my expectations
I fix my "I am."

So then...

For there's something & nothing
Craziness & no way to scape,
let me hide from it
let me fix it
let this all be nonsense fate!

May we both
let it pour as if
it should rain...
I'll stand still
under whatever it may be
will come
or ain't.

Snow

further... deeper than strong
the song of your maybes
plays in my heart over and over
like a hard rain
restores
the pieces -loose and hidden-
of my joy.

I'm a bumblebee fighting -got trapped
by the rhythm of your song-
a heart beat higher
like a hard rain
paralyzes
the reason -at the limits-
of my voice.

Crazier, faithfully truer
the brownish green of certainty
hits me to the ground/ and it's over
like a hard rain
frozen
in the ice of comfort zone/
of my yes.

Wilder, purer beyond control
the beauty of pretense
overflowing
like a storm
covers
all evidence of thought
And so it snows.

Forecast

The winds of uncertainty pulling us closer to the second
so quickly, so abruptly, so majestically unfaithful
when impulsiveness and thought, both touch insanity.

The senseless ticking of the sun making us wander in redemption
of the incredulously joy, bogus cloud of hope, sensation
where humanity and soul, both meet insanity.

But you know me well enough, and I forget so little
that trying to run away gets me only mingled in the riddle
you cannot both understand and ignore

Anymore than I can help to stop right in the middle
and hesitant take a toe or two forward all
we cannot both want or not want to get more of.

No self control, no zodiac predicting new creeds
while I assimilate changes and realize this will not cede
you are lucky, only if you get to hate me first

so you could learn to like me more
than you could ever read.
-but you will not.