You should see the Sun

You should see the Sun
Find where it stands
Where it goes.

And you should also see the Moon,
Find what it hides.
How many circles it does.

You should see the Stars,
decipher where they fly.

You should find your heart,
stop hiding, stop being afraid, confused and sad.

No judgments, please.
No more judgments.

Yes, you can stop doing that.

Your palm, your past, your family, not the doctors,
they all agree you have felt.

You have thought wrong.
Education is for being free, for being spontaneous,
for understanding yourself.

No need for education when you are doing only
what you are told.
No need for education when you will do the same
they have done to you.

Have you lost orientation?
Have you lost your compass?
Do you trust your instinct?
Do you own a Crystal Ball?

No judgements, please.
No more judgements.

Yes, you can stop doing that.

I like tea every now and then, but I can’t read it.

All standards are wrong.
In every situation, in every case.

No ice to amuse my mind,
no blood to amuse my eyes.

Justice.

Trust your heart.

Wind and air will raise us all
and those currents will mix our dust into one single star.

Could you tell where do the stars fly?
Have you looked up to the sky?
Ever?
Boost your Chi

Love
Sun
Love
Creating

No Royalty
No Celebrity
No Presidents

Travel, sleep, play.
Stop telling lies.
Truth is within you, is within us.
No rest.

Greater things will be always part of the equation.

All this effort
has been based
upon the idea
of creating
a ritual between
God
and
You
Between
Me
and
You
Between
Your Fears
and
You
Between
Your Dreams
and You
Between
The Untouchable
and
You

So Stop Being afraid
Because there is no threat here

Nobody is present
You can’t see yourself
looking at yourself
Because there is no real you.
No real me either.

Play the Game.

purificar mi espíritu

purificar mi espíritu

pájaro/dinero
caballo/orgullo
perro/familia
colibri/carrera
mariposa/amor

perro/noble/mi personalidad
gato/independiente/juanita
rata/rebuscador/práctico/enemigos
café/cálido/sexo
mar/abierto/mi vida

padre/amarillo/no lo olvidaré
hermanita/naranja/mi eterna amiga
rojo/
blanco/juanita/alma gemela
verde/jorge/recordaré siempre

viernes/día favorito

Land

Land only land
for recent wounds
land only land
for wet thinking
land, only land
shying away from land

Land only land
naked and happy land
land, only land
land that no longer moves
land, only land
of immense nights

Is not the ash in the air
of burned things
What I come seeking
is land

Wind in the olive grove
Wind in the Sierra

Flatbread Teriyaki Chicken

Fear,

Here's my scary rental.

It's time to let go.

As death is only fear.

Here is my face, dear death,
dear fear,
dear me.

They will hunt all your belongings,
and create the memory of your life,
they will decide the perfect image to remember you.

We are the things you remember from your past,
Then we become your slaves,
slaves of your belongings,
slaves of your morning coffee,
slaves.

And then,
only then,
we forget you,
nature,
then we forget you,
then,
death.

If everything has a value,
and you fly back home,
hunting your past,
scared of death,
your memories,
leaking death,
hunting your rent,
see me,
the fugitive from the losing memory.

If one becomes a mere representation of the memory of our past life,

I now appear gone.

Find me where freedom is real.
Find me where life is present.
Find me where love is relieving.

In every situation, in every case.

You should see the Sun
Find where it stands
Where it goes.

And you should also see the Moon,
Find what it hides.
How many circles it does.

You should see the Stars,
decipher where they fly.

You should find your heart,
stop hiding, stop being afraid, confused and sad.

No judgments, please.
No more judgments.

Yes, you can stop doing that.

Your palm, your past, your family, not the doctors,
they all agree you have felt.

You have thought wrong.
Education is for being free, for being spontaneous,
for understanding yourself.

No need for education when you are doing only
what you are told.
No need for education when you will do the same
they have done to you.

Have you lost orientation?
Have you lost your compass?
Do you trust your instinct?
Do you own a Crystal Ball?

No judgements, please.
No more judgements.

Yes, you can stop doing that.

I like tea every now and then, but I can’t read it.

All standards are wrong.
In every situation, in every case.

No ice to amuse my mind,
no blood to amuse my eyes.

Justice.

Trust your heart.

Wind and air will raise us all
and those currents will mix our dust into one single star.

Could you tell where do the stars fly?
Have you looked up to the sky?
Ever?
Boost your Chi

Love
Sun
Love
Creating

No Royalty
No Celebrity
No Presidents

Travel, sleep, play.
Stop telling lies.
Truth is within you, is within us.
No rest.

Greater things will be always part of the equation.

All this effort
has been based
upon the idea
of creating
a ritual between
God
and
You
Between
Me
and
You
Between
Your Fears
and
You
Between
Your Dreams
and You
Between
The Untouchable
and
You

So Stop Being afraid
Because there is no threat here

Nobody is present
You can’t see yourself
looking at yourself
Because there is no real you.
No real me either.

Play the Game.

La puesta del sol es en el este

Ver en la distancia
copos de hydras flotando
se acercan
mutan en el aire
antropomórficas maneras de contaminar el aire
el fuego también
hasta se que convierten en alergias

mientras los pedales asombran
a las fuerzas de octanaje
que ignoran el viento porque el viento es doloroso
respirar es doloroso
y sudas,
sudas por el peso de tus propios pensamientos
el terror de tus imágenes
de otros vientos
otras hydras de otros delirios
de fibras enfermizas que ahogan el primer y último chakra

Mi cadena está encendida
candela decolonizante
fuego que no sacia la sed de un infierno restaurador
lúmenes sin medida
y mi rostro fruncido por el poder de las corrientes norteñas
que amenazan mi visión
que amedrentan mis letanías
mis premisas hiperbólicas de un futuro incierto
microutópico

mis conjeturas epistémicas
de rizomas chimbos
que confunden a cualquiera
luchan por detener un idioma que entendería más
si no fuera de segunda

Y pasa entonces frente al gran desfile
una prostituta que actúa muy bien
una fiera guerrera ceñida a una tradición sin familia
y se convierte en rey

una vez más
vendiendo una vez más su sexo y su risa
al precio de la libertad,
el futuro descifrado de un jardín envenenado,
y la han comprando
como creyendo que el jardín tiene arreglo
como si la promesa de la genética de laboratorio
recobrara el valor de la tradición familiar
de la historia y las estafas
las estafas son la norma

Y tras seguir en los pedales,
poniendo el sol en el este a las 5 de la tarde,
odiando la reina,
escupo fuego
quemo las hybris,
y enciendo la tele
para ver como otros son quemados
por la rueda pecosa
rayada de samba.