"Música"

Mustio hálito,
Gracia de Dios
llega a las raíces.
Estremeciéndose,
líquido fango
que fuera roca
y viento.
Que viviera huellas
y eras y tiempos
y cargara en sí almas
verdes y grises
y se esfumara grácil
en brisas hostiles.

Yermo suspiro,
diluvio Divino
a las arcanas raíces
coce detalles en rojo.
Deslizándose,
luctuso río
que fuera cielo
y hielo y neblina.
Que oyera lamentos
y canciones
y cargara en sí almas
albas y carmesí
y calara pronta
... a raíces profundas
no llegará escarcha.
Aquello que reluce
... espejo, agua.
De mirar no me verías.

Mudo eco.
Del silencio ávido no nacen sonidos.
Sólo sensaciones.



















"The flow of time is always cruel"

"Despertares"

Sólo existe el tiempo.

Dentro de espesa vorágine onírica, materia y realidad son conceptos ridículos. 

Sólo existe el delirio.

Propio, quizás ajeno. Una consciencia que pareciera responder a propia voluntad.

Sólo existe el presente.

Y es tan condenadamente parecido al infinito que nada me asegura no ser Dios.

...*...

¿En qué momento se renuncia a la iluminación por una estúpida promesa de felicidad?

Manos incapaces de asir aquello anhelado. Manos que jamás serán suficiente, ni suficientemente poco.


Recuerdos que bien podrían ser una historia oída entre sueños, resuenan en ecos confusos mientras el shampoo se desliza por la nuca. Imágenes cínicas, argüídas por el ello y pequeños escalofríos de culpa gemidos por el superyó. 

El instante de existencia. Único, irrepetible, inconmensurable, idéntico al anterior y al porvenir. Jamás será mañana.  




Ignoramos de significados y significantes. Albures y destinos nos escapan en susurros que a penas podemos oír. Viento, mar y luz son partes del delirio. Rezar ¿a quién? Con la misma torcida sonrisa se ruega a los Dioses que maldecimos con ligereza. Sólo existe el tiempo. Un momento, repetido. Hoy, ahora.

Caídas a puntos sin lugar. Palabras sin sonido. Oxímoron que puedas o no concebir

... de igual manera caminarás el camino, 
guiado por la calidez del Sol
... buscando, tal vez, sentidos
y comprenderás pronto
pues los días pasan
-sin pausa
mas, sin prisa-
que el instante conferido
-bien sea eterno o efímero-
es cielo y es infierno,
es promesa y virtud
calvario y regocijo.
Arriba; la nada.
Abajo, el vacío.

"Incertidumbres"

Es sólo una pregunta. Sólo una palabra.


¿Cuándo?



Y cuando lo hayas leído, querría saberlo.


Así comprendería que quizás hay esperanza.














"Se queda oyendo
                         ... como un ciego frente al mar"

"The Giant Blue"

          

          We've all heard that story about the world of lights, and the world of darkness. Some of us believe it, some of us don't. Some are afraid. But I was not. I've always thought it made sense, but even then I wasn't complitely right. My mother's books told so many stories about shadows, and magical creatures... that it all sounded too familiar for me. 

          Haven't you felt that you're being observed? Haven't you felt someone's following you? Wouldn't you swea you saw shadows walking around your house? Some call them ghosts. But again, they're wrong. It is much more complicated. And you probably won't believe my story (maybe you will, if you have read my mother's books), because none of them will ever talk to you and confirm I'm telling the truth.
"Them"... who? Them, the shadows, of course. Well, we call them shadows. They're not. They're normal people, just like you and me. "People", I mean... they just exist, okay? You wouldn't call Giant Blue "People". 
          My mom was really sick. I was little and I couldn't understand. My mind has erased most of those memories, so they don't hurt that bad. What I remember, as if they were being told to me right now, are the stories. My mom was such a fantastic writer. She would write stories for little kids, and they'd love them. Her most famous fairytail was "The Giant Blue"... you probably heard about it, or even read it as a kid. 


          I used to go to the hospital, and my mother would tell me her stories. But one day, on my 12th birthday, she told me "it's time to tell you the truth.
When I was your age, I first met Giant Blue. It's not that I was not aware he was there. He told me how things were...
          Thousands of years ago, the world was split. The world of light, and the world of darkness. They were pretty much the same, and light dwellers could go on a picnic to the darkside and the other way around. Creatures of all sizes and colours walked the arth. Tiny as an ant, huge as a mountain. Rainbow-coloured horses, and golden fishes that could fly. Fairies that would take care of flowers, and there was Giant Blue - the giant protector. He happily accepted his part on the story: keep the balance. But you'll see, my sweet daughter, that humans didn't like the balance. Humans were okay with it at first, they were born on the Light World, and because of that, they had a little light inside their chest that allowed them to go to the Dark World. But humans were also greedy. They wanted to own the creatures, not to live among them. They hunted the horses, and catched the fairies. And then, something that no creature had seen before, came to happen: the light inside the human's heart dissapeared. Without that light, humans were blind in the Dark World. And that only made it worse: when they visited the Dark Realm, they only saw silhouettes, and heard laughs, and felt the wind but did not know what was around them. Was it dangerous? Was it friendly? They couldn't know. And then, the last of the horrible events took place: humans learned to fear darkness. Of course, they blamed the magical creatures; "you took the light from us!", they would yell. "The Dark Dwellers are planning to destroy us! They're gathering an army and you don't want us to know! That's why now we're blind in darkness!". The Supreme Queen, Leela (oh she was beautiful: small she was, she could sleep in a cup of tea. A butterfly, the prettiest, shiniest butterfly) tried to explain Humans it was their own fault, but they wouldn't listen. Too proud, too greedy, too stubborn they were. The King of all men then decided to attack the magical creatures, who were unprepared. Many died that day. More than my words can count, and more than my soul can bare. The magical creatures did not defend themselves, they fled. Giant Blue then came with the idea that would save the ones who were left. "Humans fear the dark, and I protect the balance. Run to the darkness, my queen, gather everyone and run. When we all are safe in darkness, then I'll shut the gate for ever". The queen didn't want to: the light was precious, many centuries she lived within it. But she soon understood there was no choice. Magical creatures of all kinds escaped and entered the Dark Realm. The Giant Blue was at the gate when the humans realized they were fleeing and tried to catch them. "Enter here you cannot. And see us, you may not. Not ever again. The fear of darkness is something you've earned. The lack of light is something you deserve. Remember us, or not shall be your choice. Forget you we shall not. When the sunset touches the ground, and the leaves turn red; when a candle is lit, or maybe late in the night... shadows of we may project on your light as a sign we're still alive and waiting. Waiting for the day a baby is born with light again. Until that day". And they banished forever" She then made a long pause. I realized how sad she was... I then asked her how she met Giant Blue. She smiled.
          "One day, when I was your age, I heard a voice near my window. I was not afraid, I had heard that voice before and it always sounded friendly. I approached and opened my window and there he was: the Giant Blue. Well, of course, just his shadow, for they can't live in our world anymore. He was so happy I noticed him and was not afraid. We talked for hours. And ever since that moment, we became best friends" The visitors' time was over that day. I felt terrible to leave. I thought that was not fair.


          I remember the call on the middle of the night. My dad was crying. I grabbed my teddy bear and we ran to the hospital. It was crying, so badly. It was too late, but we already knew it. My grandpa and grandma were there. They hugged me, and cried. I was walking around the hospital, I felt like I was half awake, half asleep, and I thought I would pass out when a nurse approached to me. "Are you Daisy's daughter?" she asked. Shyly, I said yes. She then gave a letter "Your mom wrote it yesterday and asked me to give it to you, if she didn't pass the night". I was shaking, the paper was getting get because of the tears.

          "My sweet daughter. I know it sounds silly right now, but don't cry. The story I told you yesterday sounds fantastic, yet it's real. I told you Giant Blue and I became friends. He would tell me the most incredible stories and I couldn't get tired of them. Once I decided to ask him something that was intriguing me 'Why me?'. Giant Blue smiled. 'Daisy... I thought you'd never ask. It is you and only you, among millions of humans, through thousands of years... that hold the light inside you once again'. I asked him to take me to live with them 'Oh no, you can't... not yet. Now the light has been lit inside humans again, it'll spread. And when hope is reborn within your kind, I'll open the gate. But not before'. I grieved, for I feared that I may not see that day. And certainly, I was right. Yesterday, I felt I had failed, and my dream was over. I would never see how blue Giant blue really was. He would remain a shadow for me. And I would banish from this world. But when you left, I heard a voice near my window. Giant Blue was there, like always. 'You wouldn't believe I'd leave you alone, would you?' he asked. I smiled, and cried a little 'You don't have to cry, Daisy. For there's a part of the story I have not told you... You'll see, once the light is born, it does never fade. This night, when your body gives up, a fairy will come for your light and will bring it to the Dark Realm'. When I heard those words, I was relieved, but all of a sudden I worried again 'But what about my sweet daughter?' 'Tell her to look up when the sun rises'
Until we meet again, my sweet daughter"

          I washed the tears away, and looked through the window. Sun was rising. I ran downstairs and grabbed the first umbrella I could find. It was still raining when I left the hospital.
I looked up. Oh my... he was really Giant.

"Giant Blue living uphill,

look after the weak

please, look after me.

When sun touches the ground

when red turn the leaves

I will look for you, 

Giant Blue

looking up through the clouds

within the rain
really up, 

uphill"

"Respuestas"

Travesías que emprendiste,
y no supiste comprender.
Guiado por constelaciones
-que jamás en el cielo
dibujaron formas-.
A través de jardines ajenos
en cuyas flores el color
aún no nació.

Es este despiadado albur que te trajo,
el mismo que en tu mente
cosió recuerdos compartidos.
Y nostalgias
de lo que no pasó.

Quizá una melodía familiar
y un perfume sean lo único
que guía a los lobos
de vuelta al hogar.

Es este despiadado albur que los trajo,
camino hacia el paraíso,
-No estuvieron allí.
Pero lo desean.-
tras huellas esfumadas hace eras
el mismo que crepita verde en tus manos.

Esta poesía pertenece a aquella nostalgia.
Y tus pasos trazan una línea en mi jardín.
El color de tu destino
nace hoy
en mis flores.

















"Forse non lo sai, ma é vero"

"Destinos"

Desgarramos estos,
los harapos -nuestra piel-.
Y pujamos por ser significado
y trascendencia.

¿Es nuestra esencia
sólo polvo,
en un viento hostil?

Intentamos ser color
y melodía.
Sensación y cliché.
Y nos enroscamos ávidos
en conceptos que apenas rasgamos
con nuestros dedos.

¿A través de qué cruel sino
viajaste hasta aquí?

Sin cumplir promesas.
Quizás sin siquiera cumplir el propio destino.

Confiamos en los recuerdos,
sin poder compartirlos.
Confiamos en el futuro,
sin certeza de llegar allí.

"Are you going with me?"