Lo que no ve Prussian Blue

The snow fell

He sat in a room in a square the color of blood. He’d rule the whole world if there was a way that he could. He’d sit and he’d stare at the minarets on top of the towers, for he was the Beast as he hatched his new plan to gain power.And the snow fell, covering the Dreams and Ideals. And the snow fell, freezing the Blood and the wheels. And the snow fell, they had to keep warm for survival. And the snow fell, and defeated the Beast’s only rivals. They took the old roads that Napoleon had taken before. They fought as the forces of Light against the Darkness in a Holy War. One day they were looking out on the sun shining on the cornflowers. The next day they were freezing to death in the snow and the ice cold showers. Then came the deadly roads back in the steps of their retreat. The cold racked their bodies, but worse was the pain of defeat. Many people who had hailed them once now turned and walked away, for these people now knew that the Beast was on his way. You finally came back to the borders of our Fatherland.Now enemies came, traitors everywhere at hand. Many people who had fought and died knowing that they had to win. And still it sickens my heart to see a picture of the red.




Lo que ellas no ven, lo que ellas no sienten, es que la piel de los sueños se esta deteriorando y la unica sonrisa esta en la sangre de color oscuro por su represión.

El vuelo de un Jueves.

Me siento liviana
todo obtiene peso y empieza a volar
aunque yo lo detenga.
Todo obtiene peso,
mas que alma de mis manos.

Antes de dormir.

Puedo soñar esta noche,
pero mañana
te alejas mas y mas de la realidad
es como dormir sin un suelo
donde te alejas sin andar.
Es mi imaginacion lo mas tenue que poseo
y sin querer, me he dormido hoy
esperando verte de nuevo
al costado, sentado, leyendome.
Creo poder detener las voces,
Creo poder obtener un poco de silencio,
pero esta el recuerdo mas incompleto
de lo que no puedo tener.
Mi demencia esta dibujado en tus labios
tus dulces labios, que no dejan de sangrar.
Mañana cuando despiertes
las hojas del recordatoria estaran vacias
y aun pienso
pienso en el final.

comienza.

Y tu risa se quema como un otoño
que no espero, no espero.
Y tu risa brilla como la muerte de un invierno,
que comienza a caminar.

Cuerpo, te ves.

En donde estes todo cabe en mi mano. En donde te escondas todo resvala ante mi mano. Dejame soñar protegeme una vez mas de lo que quiero ver. Palpita, muerto.