After a headache, I always look for some pills

the problem is not when i haven't

the problem is when there are too much

Aspirine© or Paracetamol©

Thats turn me sick at all,

more headache.

more headache I got.

I miss the ChocoCrispies, from Kellog's

Back-ache

I can hear de burm burum

It's on me, i know.

Burum burum on my head,

in my pillow.

Is not my heart, i know that,

'cause is death long time ago.

mandanga

Poetry is diarrhea.

Deep, fast, furious (sic).

Poetry is true, honest, rough.

Diarrhea is pain in the ass.

Herrando

My new character express himself in a foreigner language.

I don't really know him, but wears my face,

fits my shoes,

shapes into my old' young body.

It's hungry, as me.

We both are hungry young men.

Poors, experts in waste time, in stand up again.

My new character is not afraid to discover new old scars...

but i do.

inversión-inmersión

we aren't dead yet

we are in progress

in permanent mutation

the content is not new

but the shape

the shape that fits

in this

so long time ago

dead face...

el lenguaje de los signos

No tenemos miedo.

Inventamos monstruos. Extraterrestres y fantasmas.

Pero no les tenemos miedo, les combatimos.

Los desangramos.

Inventamos odios, xenofobias y racismos.

Pero no les tenemos miedo, les combatimos.

Los desangramos.

Inventamos excusas, conflictos, malentendidos.

Pero no les tenemos miedo, les combatimos.

Los desangramos.

Inventamos profundidades marinas.

Pero la mayor profundidad está en nosotros.

Nos desangramos.

Yo le tengo miedo al más mínimo insecto.

A cualquier cosa que se mueve,

confundo partículas de polen con peligro,

moléculas de polvo con ejércitos de arácnidos.

En esa debacle, me estremezco con el paso del aire.