siento

cuando no sé qué pensar

siento

Thermodynamics

The rules that govern

the space between

are the rules that govern us

In that space

we have been given

an amount of energy

that knows exactly how to morph

how to transform

how to fill the gaps that words cannot reach

That, spontaneously, 

knows how to electrify the distances

how to orchestrate memory

desire

affection

imagination

time travel

One thought is my vehicle
to move back and forth
from past to present
from desire to future

Hope is nothing but a highway
that fast tracks the present
that traces a perspective
for longing
for wanting
for expecting

for gaining speed to take off

to fly
to find
to embrace

inside

previously crammed
inside
now becomes bigger

previously full of clutter
inside
now is free and spacious

previously stiff and immobile
inside
now is flexible and agile

inside
now is a good place

so outside
can be anything really

scattered place

Sometimes
I forget my place

sometimes
you forget yours

sometimes

for long times

I drift away from you

sometimes you disappear into a foggy distance
where I can't reach you

but sometimes
we both remember

that one day we found the place where we belonged
that we felt it so natural
so real
that we thought it would never be anything else

and
crazily enough
when all conspired to dismantle it

we thought
we could simply find
an equivalent backwater for our lives

but sometimes
we are reminded
that the only place our souls can actually call home
is that where they can be entangled
connected
with each other

and that place
moves and travels with us everywhere we go
since it is now scattered
my love
between your heart and mine

hasta que llegues

Cuando no estás
soy yo
y soy tu

ocupo mi espacio y el tuyo
doy mis pasos y repaso los tuyos

este amor da
para que yo me multiplique

y mientras
esta coreografía en la que bailo con la memoria
esta mímica de las cosas que haces por mi
cada día
es el ritual que hace posible
que el tiempo pase

hasta que llegues

if and when

this seems to be
a recurring dilemma

one day i say if
the other you say when

i find my ifs in your whens
and you loose yourself in my ifs

because you know your ifs scare me
as much as I know my whens worry you

which one will it be then?

only time will tell, my love

tricksters

in sleep
my mind is a playground

memory
emotion
desire
and fear
like good tricksters
take turns

they secretly assemble
they plot

and just like that

what has been neatly put away
in perfect order
in the back

is unpacked
unravelled

fresh

It's hard to dance with the devil on your back so...

what i would say

i would say so many things

i would say

for instance

i love you

i would say 

there is not a day 

of this crazy life

that i don't think of you

i would also say

my heart 

or at least a piece of it

belongs to you exclusively

and forever will

that your voice 

is my salvation

that your happiness

is my comfort

I would say

all that and so much more

if I had all the time in the world

greatness

the human mind
time traveler
inventor

a tool for greatness

miracle

my word shaped heart

is silenced by the tedious weight of neglect 

i can´t seem to retain

the magic that sticks to my thoughts when i write them

these words

are about all of the other words that are now lost 

in all those right nows that had to be survived

not lived

these words are a break from the silence of pain

of insanity

these words are about a love 

that needs to be rescued 

these are heart shaped words

soft words

long lasting

eternal

beautiful

contrasting 

these are the life-saving words

that have come to me

like a miracle

with or without

uncertain though future days may be
one calm thought prevails

with or without angst
things will be what they will be

clean up

nothing is messier and more confused
than a mind full of prejudice

those who show it

Beware of those who say they love you
welcome and trust those who show it

haiku

searching through these days
i come across your embrace
us is all i need

Somebody that I used to know

this future

my parents were young
when the future was exciting
when their lives and how they lived them
was a symbol of pride and promise

they worked hard
making things
getting things

I am young now
when the idea of the future is uncertain
and sad
when my life and how i live it
seems to be a menace

i also work hard
making things
getting things

but those things
we know now
become waste
in no time

and there is no pride or promise in this system
that me
and a bunch of others like me
need to change

theory

let a belief become a fact
and the world will look scary

let a belief remain a theory
and the world will look intriguing

feelings

all feelings have the right to exist
but not all have the right to dominate