domingo, 27 de septiembre de 2009


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

sábado, 26 de septiembre de 2009


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

miércoles, 23 de septiembre de 2009


starving for its touch
golden rays make trunks bright with light
I like that too much

domingo, 13 de septiembre de 2009

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

domingo, 6 de septiembre de 2009


longing for romance

the morning shines

if I would not wait for it

my heart may cry

sábado, 5 de septiembre de 2009

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?