Recalcó el valor de la palabra

de la replica del eco. 

En ella es donde yo soy. 

Una ola de silencio que asciende.

Predico que el predicador CALLE. 

Predico que el obritas PARE

Recalcó el valor de la palabra 

veo valor estético en lo chueco - mata la chueca intención. me mata. 

I would be lying in a bed cradled in your arms - in your arms, in your arms - it should be late into the night. You'd be awake despite yourself for me. We could be consciously breathing together.  I wouldn't think of myself as too clever, or too stupid. I would simply be immersed. In myself, in your arms, in the rhythm of your breaths. I would really honestly and effectively try to fall asleep next to you because I would want to wake with you.
In the day - that would be when.
When our efforts, when our bliss. When our blessings.

I wouldn't be afraid. I wouldn't be in guilt. I wouldn't be despite my past.
The space we had between us. Those years when there was nothing, they wouldn't have been in vain.

Years ago I was in a bar with this women, much older than me yet still young, and like women usually do, they were dishing about their exes. Horrible men.At some point, this Amazon was all smiles, full of sparkle as she toasted 'For the men that let us go.'
That was a powerful toast. She meant it. Had that asshole begged, or pretended to change his ways, distracted her in some way, she'd still be there - for him, despite herself. In hell.

I can sacrifice. I can. I have never. but I really want to think I can.
Any sacrifice I would do for you, would be wise, our greater good.
I have been dreaming about sweat, about effort, about greatness. Love.

 "I missed you so much"

i was thinking that maybe i could just allow myself to go mad.
i was trying to have self control and to make sure everything i accepted in me
was good.
i am not talking about being toxic and have no respect
i am talking about letting it all out and stop trying for other's people sake.
i know i have always been alone.
i know that when i wait for someone to take me i am just left waiting.
i am saying maybe i can just accept me
and turn the lights of the lighthouse off.
stop making promises that hurt if i don't keep them
and hurt when i feel forced to keep.
stop thinking of the collective and start thinking about me
stop trying to be good
and just know that i am good.
just know that my selfish desires are everything for them.
stop trying to pick the perfect gift
stop trying to show gratitude
stop showing up when they need me.
start showing up for me
start feeling me
knowing that i am the god damn gift.

i no longer know how to go mad
i used to know, but not anymore.
it is the promise of unsafe situations what bind me
nobody wants a good girl that can't be corrupted
so i say this is over.
i am a pillar and pillars don't go about following rules.
the lights of my lighthouse are turned off
i will face the darkness
i'll stop asking for help
and when someone gives me a hand, i will not care if i grip at it too hard

.....
Chama

aguantate.


Esas cosas que aprendiste a callar para ya no incomodar, sera que las gritas?

Como que esta mejor ser un chamo que se caga los pantalones a ser un podrido estreñido?

O te aguantas o te haces chorros de dolor y fascinación? O que?
O es que a ti si te sale? El dejarte

Las palabras que son para afuera
Aquello que no es solo hacia mi
Lo que entrego.
Chama , como que da lo mismo hasta que se vuelve el cuchillo
la huevada si corta.
Y el silencio, que? No tiene filo?

Oda Minimalista al Azadón

Contigo me voy
hasta la cangahua!

money does grow on trees

money does grow on trees.
money does grow on trees.
money does grow on trees.

oh i am so tired of stupid fuckers that cannot accept that
money does grow on trees.
water and sweat ; time, water and sweat
what is it you don't get?

electronic money? it is just a concept
it is there like air

so shut up you stupid whiner
and just trust in
time, water, sweat and air
cause yeah god damn it
money does grow on trees.
money does grow on trees.
money does grow on trees.
shit

cuento de amor entre el ruido y la Amazonia

Enero 2015, Lima

Camisón y encaje BLANCO. 
tu fresco sudor
tomo tu mano al subir a ese bote
el piso empapado
pies enlodados.

Piel 
blanca,
no tan blanca
pegajosa
de sudor
agua dulce 
tomas mi mano
Salvaje Testigo

Dos objetos en el espacio.
Dos corrientes 
agua dulce que rompe 
en choque 

Peces a la fuga
convulsión
peces 
Splish
Splash 

agua
mi mano 
cristalina
sudor
titilante 

quiebre
/
QUIEBRE
/
barca 
rota
abajo
no sueltes mi mano
en-amor
hundidos
al agua
hundidos donde es pesado y negro.
Negro
Negro
Monstruo 
miamor
amar 
en libertad
en alboroto
amar 
en rebelión
en oscuridad.
Corazón 
frito.
Corazón
Monstruo

0 ...,…1
Dos cuerpos hundidos en el espacio.
¿Quieres mi mano
todavía?

Negro. 
0, 
No
Off. 
Negro. 
Para!
0, 

agárrame cuando me hundo
susurra mi nombre 
aun si este lejos.

0,
negro. 
Inmenso monstruo eléctrico 
como gotas vos titilas 
rastro hondo de luz.

Hoyo 
/
Hueco
/
Silencio
/
negro nos transportas por distintas corrientes 
a donde sea
Iré. 

Dentro del hoyo negro
Tu, anda por tu lado. 

negro 
lejos

Yo, 
iré por mi lado, también. 

Fuera del hoyo negro
sostendré mi respiración hasta que nos volvamos a encontrar 

Negro es negro Negro es negro Negro es negro Negro es negro  Mi vestido blanco es negro

1, 
1, es si. 
On. 
Multicolor. 
Adelante.
Estas lejos. 
1, 
es un Yeah, 
Go!

Dos objetos 
/
en el espacio
/
una misma
/
órbita

dos sujetos
/
espacio. 
/

espacio. 

Rugido  Rojo
Llamo a aquel que gira en mi órbita. 
Llamas rojas
Otro cuerpo
1, 
encendido. 
Otro cuerpo
1, 
encendido. 
Rojo. 

Mi deseo rojo que arde. 

El ojo desnudo nos ve como uno.

Somos  dos cuerpos en el espacio 
1, cuerpos
danzan
se deslizan 
leeeeento 
/
arriba 
/
en la rama
/
serpiente. 
/
Se enroscan
/
1, 
y esa voz que dice 
1, 
'no hay otro camino' 

1,
Encendido
nuestros cuerpos
1, 
Hacia lo simple
Lejos del sueño
blanco.
1, 
no hay color
solo sabanas de algodón
Briza fresca 
/
Amor austero
/
pies  cálidos
/
abrigo
Real.
Real.
Real.