Thursday, December 24, 2009

esperando

Rito a solas

Como toda noche
Se pierde mi sombra
En un canvas vacío,
Sin luz…

Me retiro a mi habitación
A perderme en el alcohol…

…mañana promete ser
El embarazo de la luz.

Wednesday, December 09, 2009

Scars

The sky
has been scarred.

Old marks
decaying on the skin,

putrid…
dead..

white skin
which once was red,

three scars,
no tears
mumbles or cries.

Three scars
against a blue sky,

three marks
withholding time…

The scar has been scarred
telling a story beneath the marks.

S.