Colors

White is an allure
When my love is pure
I am on the meadow
When I feel like yellow
If you bend your face
I will turn blue pale
When we are in bed
I am usually in red
If you give me a kiss
I will dress in pink
If you are doomed by spleen
Your mouth will be green
I do not like the black
It is always so sad
When nothing to say
My dreams may turn gray
When the rainbow is born
I give him a caleidoscope

Fog

Excentricities of a millionaire

a palace full of gold

that he does not want to show

under the pressing of his thumb

fog starts to grow

he is no longer a human being

he becomes quite unseen

Starving

starving for its touch

golden rays make trunks bright with light
I like that too much

Thirst - Sed

You said “I am thirsty”
fullfilling the prophecy
with nails in your hands
on your path to the divine
you were still a man
















“sed tengo” Tú dijistes
y la profecía cumplistes
aún con clavos en las manos
en el camino a lo divino
demostrastes ser humano

Romance

longing for romance

the morning shines

if I would not wait for it

my heart may cry

Where are the keys?

The things fly through the air,
the diskettes, the cds, the books,
the sheets of the bed, the blankets and the pillow;
you pace up and down the stairs,
you cry and scream,
where are the keys?
I look for the keys in silence,
I dare not talk
they do not appear,
you slam the door and leave
I sit at last and eat in silence
I am at peace for a bit and think
is this God´s will?