I never knew space could hurt

I never knew space could hurt
until I found even touching
there was too much distance from me to you-

And time walks across my heart,
coming and going with that
precise patience it keeps all for itself-

Under the naïf look of a smile
Love-Gently-Bleeds
from the wounds of this soul pierced by your otherness-

To dissolve in living red the mere
pleasing of the senses
that ever-urgently warned me of your beauty
(which they never knew)

and drench away in thick flowing substance
that simple wishing you well
which safely keeps you for contemplation

Love bleeds from pains easily forgotten
as I give myself to you

There goes another piece of me but

There goes another piece of me but
go merrily, piece, you were spent

on love

so I guess it’s ok as long as - well
ok, go on,

take some more

I sing the abyss in my soul

I sing the abyss in my soul
and chant the depth of the division
and the black hole that sucks being
this darkness, nonsense, coldness, nothing

Firmly set in the heart of me.

I kiss the unreachable hollow
and gaze the obscurity of sin
Then return to me from far away
and bravely open wide the void that is

The space for the redemption of me.

A painting of a blind man

A painting of a blind man looks at the numb art-lover
who faithfully hesitates to speak of that silence
that lies about belief

and hopeful of yesterday he works out the laziness
that moves him to stillness doubts truth
and boldly fears love

gathering his dispersion he embodies a thought of
smiling his pain inhabiting his wandering
Then blesses the denial of soul

never now says the blind man

No tengo nada contra ti Mujer

(by José Miguel Ibañez Langlois)

No tengo nada contra ti Mujer
Me pareces sagrada y misteriosa
Y más próxima al Cielo que a la Tierra
No tengo nada contra ti...
Si no es...
Que un dia te caerán los dientes
Que no eres Dios
Que engordas
Que te mueres

You know you’re destined to make love with death, So

You know you’re destined to make love with death, So

will you be raped by a violent stranger
a camouflaged hunter of implacable cunning
an eye-averting soul-stealing chaser?

or will you choose the tender mutual all-giving
of that ever-promised, ever-faithful
veil-faced truly virginal bride?

(so may pains in the heart

(so may pains in the heart
never made it stop until now)
as life rudely flees from me
as my legs give way
to the abrupt weight of the body
which starts to fall helplessly
impolitely with noise to the ground
(and in a few days it will break through
the ground, silently, politely)

and my falling brain spins slightly
on top of a carelessly relaxed neck
(in a few days resolutely stiff,
and then disintegrated)
and my eyes roll up to show me
that shelf I must fix some day
(but there’s so much on my mind,
and so little time)

as my knees hit the floor
sideways, painlessly,
(there is only one pain now,
only one problem)
I realise there will be no return
from this inopportune descent
(I had never noticed it,
but my life is complete)

a moment inside stops the hasty day

a moment inside stops the hasty day
eyes closed look around to find
everyday companions and common occupations;
in quick succession come recollection, regret, resolution
as heart rises and grows
and sucks a tremendous amount of life into this tiny moment,
(apparently nothing happened,
proving that appearances can often fool you)

To make the universe come true

To make the universe come true
With commitment strong as creation

To make the world boil from its bowels
With passion strong as redemption

(oh I truly believe so much happens in people’s minds)