martes, 30 de marzo de 2010


Deaf, she suddenly comes to realize it. She blinks, and her eyelashes hurt her eyes.
He has been talking, intently, unstoppably, and the soaring of her neck tells her that she has been nodding all along. He, of course, has been submerged in the oblivions of his own speech, a speech she knows nothing of, making her wonder if what he’s saying is important, or delicate, or interesting even. She bites her lower lip, she’s too lost at this point to ask him, and too entranced to care.

As an honest result she stares at him, at his eyes, at his moving mouth. She surprises herself shortening the distance she has been managing to build between them, to listen properly, only that she never listens at all. Words flow out of his mouth, sound manages to bounce on the skin of her cheeks, but none of it makes any sense at all to her.

She stops nodding, why nod at all? why move at all? why even breathe at all?

She can tell, by the heat that rises up her chest, that she is becoming a menace. She feels when her eyes silence him, admitting just how empty his monologue has been to her. Maybe it was the involuntary movement of her lips, the beating of her chest, or the swallowing of her throat, but she leads him to be under the impression that she will say something next. And so he approaches her, only an inch, and his eyes tell her that he is preparing to listen intently to...absolutely nothing, for she is not planning to speak at all.

She does not bite her lips this time, or raises her eyebrow, or does anything that can provoke him enough to scare him off. Instead, her mouth betrays her,

"You fascinate me," she whispers, shaking her head, amazed, not by feeling it, but by admitting it so fully.

His svelte mouth, which has remained still, twists up ways, eloquently.

She wakes up.
Art: Margees

lunes, 29 de marzo de 2010


Dry. The eyes don’t manage anymore.
Not when the heart expands,
not when every corner of the skin aches,
not even when the chest burns, flames menacing to escape through every pore of the body.
Nevertheless, the symptoms persist, the swelling of the throat, the soaring lips, the transitory end of pulse.
For a second, and forgetting everything that placed them there, the eyes crave to expulse the flames.
And after experimenting yet another failure, they are left knowing...
…that the first tear they ever spill again will sting, ardently, and hopefully it will be satisfying.

lunes, 22 de marzo de 2010


Don’t speak too loud. Although people like to stare at yellers, whisperers are the ones who get to be heard carefully.

miércoles, 10 de marzo de 2010

Déja vu

Abrías los labios, sin sentido, sin razones. Saboreabas el aire caliente, asfixiante. Sonreías, sólo si nadie estaba viendo, y dejabas que el agua corriera; ya no sólo por el largo de los brazos, el alto de las piernas, lo atado del cabello, ahora también por la comisura de los labios.

Primero escondida en un rincón, porque no estaba permitido. Luego, como retando a los que osaban de imponer, corrías por los claros del terreno, invadiendo a la brisa, dibujando lagunas, perdiéndote en gotas y barro, negándote a regresar.

sábado, 6 de marzo de 2010


Y está ahí, silencioso, distante. No habla para llamar la atención, existe.

La humildad no se le da. Su imponencia, lo estruendoso de sus partes, lo esbelto de su ser captura los ojos de cualquiera y las manos de seleccionados.

Y cuando habla, es bajo la más sensual persuasión, a través de las yemas del más osado. Lo hace con estricta elegancia, articula con propiedad, exigiendo que se muevan entrañas.

Aparenta clasismo, sugiere intelectualidad, espanta a los comunes...
…pero, en realidad, su voz es visceral.


I would rather leave you in the dark, you're safer there

lunes, 1 de marzo de 2010


Expansión de los pulmones, sin respirar,
Invasión del tórax con un sabor...dulce, violento, picante,
Supresión del corazón,

Pelear por aire…

…Fallar en el intento.