Ab Aeterno Mutatis mutantis

Walking against the wind
barefoot and document free
in the sun of almost December in the tropics
that`s where I`m going….

The sun revolving in small crimes
warfare, spaceships, guerilla
and beautiful cardinals in the horizon
that`s where I`m going…

In every single face
in long kisses of your love
in teeth, legs, flags,
bombs and Brigitte Bardot
that`s where I`m going…

Against some mere foolish daydreams
that keep trying to torture me
using photos cut and newspaper pieces
useless, because there are many old violets
without a hummingbird
that`s where I`m going…

In between pictures and names
her eyes were full of colors
the chest full of love in vain
and so I give up my solitude
that`s where I`m going…

No tissue and no documents
nothing in my pockets or hands
a song to make me someone else
no hunger, no umbrage
just some different feeling
that`s where I`m going…

I want to keep living
without getting dirty
and the cloth of confetti
that’s over, it`s been all celebrations
remaining that old familiar taste
like only Freud could explain
that’s where I`m going…




"Algún día en cualquier parte, en cualquier lugar indefectiblemente te encontrarás a ti mismo, y ésa, sólo ésa, puede ser la más feliz o la más amarga de tus horas." - Pablo Neruda




Listening to Aretha Franklin - "Day Dreaming"

INEVITABILIS REDEMPTIO

And that`s how you are
a dream to me.
And when I do not see you
I think of you since from the dawn
even when I laying.
My best friend is my love.

And we sing.
And we Dance.
And we do not get tired of being a child.
And play our old childhood.

Your eyes are the flash
that guides me in the darkness
my feet pave the way
I follow and never feel lonely.

And that`s who you are
a dream to me
my heart asks for kisses
and my laughter is happier with you.
My best friend is my love.

And we sing.
And we Dance.
And we do not get tired of being a child.
And play our old childhood.

And that was when I found you hearing and watching the blue sea.
And that was when I found you listening to the call of the sea.

When the afternoon comes, I want to rest
Go to the beach and see it.
I know that the wind is strong
And Ill be well up on the rocks.
I know that I do it to forget you
and I let the wave hit me.

We did all with good intentions
Was the time that did it wrong.



"There is no past that we can bring back by longing for it. There is only an eternally new now that builds and creates itself out of the Best as the past withdraws." Von Goethe


Listening to Nina Simone - "Sinnerman"