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I don’t know why I cannot stop the platters inside my head…

Who matters,

she is not so shy

and my heart shatters, and my dick spatters,

and I’m just a fly

floating in whisky –the latter-

-or not-

 pissed, I know, but pissed tonight inside her eyes.

NOCTURNO...

(...de fuegos artificiales, en medio del desierto,
recordando que hubo un tiempo 

en el que valía más el artificio que el telón).

((suerte que ahora baila conmigo entre bambalinas la primera bailarina del ballet))

Motas de luz inalcanzables zurcen

el manto de la noche en el desierto

desde que la nada alumbrara la noche perdida de los tiempos.

Como esas mismas extravagancias salpicadas en el vacío,

así siento explotar en la cima de una duna el corazón mío,

                                               aberración casual y compleja

                                               que espejea un todo fugaz:

Solo el recuerdo de la estrella que, en su viaje sideral,

alcanza mi pupila y la traspasa,

solo él,

el reflejo,

la ficción de lo que años luz atrás fue en otro punto de la tiniebla,

ensucia la imagen inmaculada que la prensa de la ausencia

imprime al cabo del día con negra tinta sobre la tierra.

Allí, víctima de mi debilidad, superado por el esfuerzo contra la arena,

esclavo ya sin honores al servicio del frío soberano como insustancial anacoreta,

tu Beso,

el labio templado y trémulo de la inocencia,

el blanco luminoso que incendia el páramo de aquel desamparo,

el astro inmediato que anuncia el hogar y el fin de la batalla,

Tu beso

artificio de luz

                        y fuego

en medio de la nada,

                        en el desierto…

                                               …where I was born:

                                              a black hole scratched by your fireworks. 

Momento cinético

- ¿Qué haces?

- Doy vueltas en dirección contraria a las agujas del reloj.
Cada vuelta roba un momento cinético al planeta,
ralentizando un poquito su rotación,
alargando la noche, postergando el amanecer...
dándome un poco más de tiempo aquí,
contigo.

XKCD
(A webcomic of romance, sarcasm, math, and language)

Thanks...

...next whiskey is on me,

Harry.

Even I know New Mexico is quite far away,

perhaps, I'll be able to pay the bill

in a dive by your side

without this disguise

drinking till I could write

something you deserve

after you confess

you became my follower by mistake...

Thanks to be here... I'll follow your pics.

Suitable names

- Stop talking once and for all, and suck my soul, babe.

- Just after you lick my mind, and fuck my heart from behind...

- Mmmmmm... yes, sweetie, we could both be little bitches... and I love it...

- Don't be coarse, ¿BITCHES? no, honey, I'm a FOXY LADY and you're a FOXY LORD... ¡¡¡Come here, and stop writing once and for all!!!

It wasn't my fault

I could have written tons of verses for you...

...but you decided not to wake up anymore.

That's why I just spit words at night

and cough up blood at noon.

The end

No... wait a minute... It wasn't END, it was NED's!!!

Yaa: Ned's liquor store, at Normandie Ave. and the Boulevard, the southwest corner... In LA, don't you remember?

...I was about to make my worst mistake: No, it's not the end: it's just the store where that guy bought tons of beer with which he bathed in a great collection of poetry in the 50s.

Yess, swetie, NED's...

"Some people never go crazy.

What truly horrible lives they must lead"

Charles Bukowski

The 'latter' whiskey for today... it's in your honour:
The last sip is usually a good way to star a new gulp, kitten.

Bighead

I could give you the tiny soul I still have.

...but, take care of yourself,

it comes with tickling sadness

and all the time the laziest guy in history needs to get up.

Lighthouse

Stars are lit cigarettes,

people from other skies smokes in their balconies before going to bed, in that intimate moment when everybody makes himself or helself scarce, wondering who the hell they are and wishing that somebody feels, at least, they exist for a while.

That's why I light cigarette after cigarette every single night: I don´t want people feeling lonely in the sky, I don`t want -even we may be only smoke- darkness will finally defeat us: I'm a smoker for the cause,

are U?

Lack

- Don't leave, swetie...

- I have to go.

It´s time to be again the one I usually am.

- See you, then... and, excuse me, if I don´t get up...

it's actually a real pity falling in love with the one you rarely are.

- Dream of blondies, J...

it's worse to love somebody who'll never be the same again...

- 'Touchè'...

While she looks for her bra in the floor of the bedroom,

I know I'll have a lack of her for the rest of my life

and I'm sure, as well, nobody will be worried about it,

neither She.

Stop playing around

- You do love feeling this way, don't you?

- Yes, I do.

- Even almost everybody looks rarely at you...

- I don't know.

- Don't you see it's alcohol?

- No, it's me. Touched by it, but me itself: The me I hate the less, the only me I manage to stand.

- ...that's not the good path...

- Shut up, bitch! I didn´t ask for approval, I just want to reach the other shore of the beach.

(...) There's a blue bird in my heart that

wants to get out,

but I pour whiskey on him and inhale

cigarette smoke...

The bluebird, Charles Bukowski.

(Angry bee & Whiskey bunny)

Being an island

Garbage time,

in the middle of nowhere

-as everybody says,

looking for other pic of myself,

surrounded by U.

Is it obsessive

wearing a black hat and compulsively smoke cigarrette after cigarrette just because you feel as Rick in the middle of a strange city?

Is it obsessive

trying to fly en the swap of the word 'w-i-n-d", looking for fire in a butterfly, or writing the same poem every Fall with a mountain of rotten leaves?

Is it obsessive

wondering who I am and, at the same time, wasting my days improving my own disguise?

Is it obsessive

believing in no faith with the conviction I'll eventually find out any meaning in the eyes of a little familiar unknown?

Is it obsessive

being lost when your life is solved?

asking always for something more?

feeling cold?

Asshole...

Isn't it obsessive

passing through when you come across a...

REDEMPTION

Time to go to bed

TRICKY TALE

- Why are u crying, babe?

- …last night my mum said

a monster would eat me

if I didnt sleep...

- And, are u still frightened?

- No… I’m still waiting for it...