Craving the moon
to say goodbye without getting nowhere in this abridged world
to run the send-off with the uncertainty of the right direction in
a babel sliding through the entrails of the limitless city
not getting lost to arrive at a land with not promise
at a paradise with the face of freedom bought at market price
to open the door green light
to see the forest
to see the sea
and the dust covering them all
to look up to see the growing progress in which you don’t count for anything
to discover after walking ten thousand steps over concrete,
water, and air that the safe place for counting days through the windows till the end of a breath
is a land conquered under the rain
under the sun
between the air
and the dust covering everything
Antojo de Luna
me antojo de un beso cálido de luz de luna
del llanto arrullo en noche serena
me antojo de ser la virgen degollada
la sombra dibujada del sátiro agitado
Me antojo de ser el agua bautizada
que lame tu piel de muerte herida
de ser poeta peregrino y
narrar con tu sangre mis maldades
me antojo de tocarme el seno lujurioso
cruzar el umbral de mis quejidos
de morir y de renacer bañado
iluminado por el antojo de luna