Poetic reflections

I bring my unsettled luggage
Risas y lagrimas
For this brief
Journey of life..
Between killer angels
Blind devils
Fierce
Against heaven
And hells.

In the labyrinth of crosses, the angel of death
Has peered into me
Converting my art in a dramatic and mythic expression
In a world of mystery and sensuality
Giving a strong sense of strength and emotion.
Black flutter wings
Are trembling in daylight
To slide a tear in the dark
And muth has lost his speech,
and so our life is gone.

I have only one path
In the garden of dawn
To understand everything
To take to may ancient world
A vanished dream
Where the voice of thought spaeks to the heart
Which my bare foot I plunge in.

For my departure, when I go away, rather than far away
When I will not have anybody to look at
But I’ll see only a pile of black roses in celebration
To fly
A large handkerchief
In the God’s hand.

I christen my shadow
With sangre of Byzantium
I write my experience with the feather of golondrina
And blue ink of sorrow.

I speak in the burnt flower of your white wings.
Black flutter wings
That stop daylight
Slipping into the darkness of the mouth
Who has lost his speech.

Of cruel killer angels and blind devils
Against heavens and hells.

I am a survivor
Of this vague sky
Stripped of my body
Without memory
In the empty of this land that was a dream
Where my soul bring the burden of exile.

The light of a flash
Hurt my eyes: I was blind
…in this abyssal fall, I found myself
Where the spirit of art is the power source
Where there is the solitary act of being.

In this dull black night my heart is crying
Watering the desert of my eyes
And this bitterness that I bring along
Like a Christ full of blood
To see through the lens of a plague
The blue line of a dying dawn
Where the crying of the wind prays the triumph of the soul
To be nailed to a cross.
Tragically, in the twilight
My feet are two tears that are nailing my wings
To pierce my soul with a hundred of sacred petals.

I dreamed the infinite while I was escaping from it
While I was praying
For my farewell
I am burying my illusion
Indolent mortal wound of this land
Full of aching moon.

I go down wearing the moon in a dream of closed garden
Among light noises of flapping wings
Between sighs and voices raised to the sky.

In this close garden
Where the plesure of life is the pain of sin
The white shadow lying on my way
Suspended on wings of dream
With flowers and incense.

In the middle of the night
As a penitent soul
Today
I look at this white shadow
Painful open flower
I am a prisoner
In this sad garden
I am an lonely shadow.

Each star is my witness.
Life fades in my eyes
I do not need the light that I brought
Today is full of sadness for walking
In the darkness where every tear is converted into a star.

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I am tired of living in the gloom of the fog.
Leaving my body, for wandering
I will go following bright stars, looking for a friend of foreign light,
as a gentle angel, sings a quiet darkness,
where my painting embraces the mystery,
teaching me how not to wake up.

I would like to open my arms and let my body falls on the earth.

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Among the threads of sadness
I heard the song of my country
And with the golden sigh
Like when I was a child
I cherished the stars

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In the darkness of my eyes
I saw
The white winged shadows go away
Of bare love
In the dumb dream
In my flowering heart
To look in my dreams
The memory of my eyes
In the black night without the moon.

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I put my hands
In the calm water
To touch the bottom of dreams.