bojeo el futuro aquel lleno de esperanzas llano lejos ya del allende que fuese mas no es ni sus contornos entre nosotros ni quimera ni efí­mera idea siquiera ¿para qué? si el eterno retorno como la luz ante un agujero negro un vórtice cuya presencia siempre presente se hace ausente en el peor momento Y…

Is there any poetry in chewing ones nails? Or the dead flesh out of the corners of the nails? Whilst I munch the extra skin Spit its excess Profound thoughts brew on my head Is there any charm on the detail As one scratches To feel the edges of unwantedness With the pulgar Or the…

As the minutes moved on offset by the seconds I sat still in a catatonic state like In my green IKEA chair Listening how the outside stairs augmented the voice of a child no more than 3 Talking with its voice box some jibberish Unable to regulate it Obviously under the influence Of an echo…

je ne sais quoi seriously, I do not know what this plateau as I call is whence thence or hence wherefore or therefore alas henceforth none help No sé qué pasa El pasado me tortura time is the fire in which we burn el presente y su pretérito perfecto alientan vicios nocivos y el futuro,…

As I twirl around for the brief and short inspiration I seek I turn to the window to see the second snow of the year. Twirling snowflakes belated as they are form a landscape of known signs of a winter we thought lost Alas! ’tis here as always Drinking coffee and listening to Spanish news…

Con armas en mano barcos y cañones embarcaron hací­a tierras desconocidas exploradores y explotadores Colonizaron tierras esos explo – hiceron de las suyas eso jijosdelasuya y ahora esos jijos se aprovechan de nuevo Europa es racista Europa es inmisericordiosa pareciese así­ al juzgar de cómo se preparan para rechazar xente Oh, qué ironí­as si el…