las siete y media

caminos de ida

rotos

haikus

¿Es o no es
el sueño que olvidé
antes del alba?

Desde aquel día
no he movido las piezas
en el tablero.

¿Es un imperio
esa luz que se apaga
o una luciérnaga?

Bajo el alero
el espejo no copia
más que la luna.

Borges

Flies came to our house

... then i asked for one last dance
Do your tiny ears just tremble
When they hear your name?
Sighed and held my frozen hand
And said some goodbye words
Like tombstones on a plain
Did I fail
Stole your friends
Lost your trail
Spend ypor gains?
Said love words
Just in vain
Made our names
Drop like rain?
That was all
Search no maps
Let it go
And don´t look back
Keep these words
Like a player
Life will show
Along the way
Like water
Like sunrises
Like fresh air
Like lovers
Like you

(us)