Back then we were still learning
to model awed sights
while facing panic and surprises.
Our parents hardened their smile
while little zeppelins that raised
would explode in the stillness
imitating the disarray
happening on land.
The feast table under the living room's skylight
cornered the girl who smiled at the wall.
The tablecloth recalled the times
beer foam shaped circles,
a Morse code conveniently lost.
The flies leaned on the cake to
clean the pus picked from the dog's fungus.
The concrete mixer's noise
harmonized a mute colloquy
between noses stained with jelly.
Nothing mattered after shutting the door
children had run out without knowing where
while the Palo Santo stroked a dusty portrait
shaking the image of usual strangers.
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Distentio Animi
PoetryWithin 2011-2014 I wrote a set of poems that in time became a Spanish manuscript called "Talón", part of a three book serial (Talón - Planta - Punta) which was meant to be published simultaneasly, however, the impossibility to finish the manuscript...
