empty space

all the long writings

filled with silence

left an empty space

I need to find a way to grow differently in that empty space.

packages

start packing 

my desire in small packs

move it in my mothers attic

my thoughts 

my fantasy, build up emotion and all the goodbye said and all left unsaid

I will put them into a big box. 

Put a red tape on it and write: Important to remember.

I need to come back from the holes of hope. 

first day

your image got blurred 

for some seconds in my head 

first day when my thoughts 

did not fully follow you

first day realizing it may have been a 

real goodbye. 

first day something inside melted. 

real doubts

today the rain in my heart has awaken 

a thought

maybe I draw a castle out of smoke 

and the autoumn wind has blown it. 

cadenas

en mis cadenas vive la musica 

el baile y la passion que algun dias traigo en mi vida 

en mis manos vive el amor 

para el arte 

en mis ojos la rebellion de mi sangre 

de mis padres y de mis abuelos 

la locura que viene cuando tu unica necesidad es sobrevivir la injusticia de todo los dias. 

Mis cadenas baillan el baille que nunca se muere, el baille de los viejos y los jovenes 

el baille que sabe desnodar el pasado. 

Mis cadenas solo saben vivir y sobrevivir. 

5th and last feather

I organized a match on your body

it was a color match rainbow, a sword made out of words and a silence fist 

my hands runned over the rainbow 

my nails scratched its surface and it felt like clowds, jelly and wine. 

the fight will take a long time. 

in the end 

there is only experience

to live or live without. 

4th feather

behind that door 

desire 

a warmth to follow 

a kiss