CONTIGO
Contigo soy el dueño de oníricas cornisas,
Soy culto guiador de embarcaciones ficticias,
Contigo soy mentor de religiones proscritas
Y justo gobernante de patrias infinitas.
Contigo soy caudillo de ejércitos de lluvia,
Soy ilustre vencedor de olímpicas batallas,
Contigo soy artista y redentor de palabras
Y fiel malabarista de guiños y sonrisas.
Contigo soy vasallo en dominios celestiales,
Soy estoico caballero en mil mitologías,
Contigo el artesano de sueños impensables
Y experto sanador de recónditas heridas.
Contigo como un dios en mi trono de delicias;
Contigo el mundo es mío si tú no me lo quitas.
(Poema publicado en la recopilación "Laberinto de Sentimientos" ISBN-13: 978-84-611-1183-1)
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DE REOJO
Cual busto de Venus venido a la vida,
De reojo tus ojos de reojo me miran.
Finas fragancias perfuman los vientos
Cuando los vientos de reojo te miman.
Cual bella Gioconda con tersa mirada,
De reojo tus ojos de reojo me apresan.
Gráciles gotas de lluvia te besan
Cuando tus labios con tretas me atrapan.
De reojo tus ojos de reojo me expresan
Algo más turbio que una mera intención.
De reojo me embaucas cual infausta sirena
Cuando tu mirada se convierte en canción.
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HIS WHIM
A lustful desire she cast upon him:
Just one single drop of her poison was poured.
But how could he stop her from striking a chord
when the blood in her veins is the owner of sin?
His hands her handcuffs, but she needed no aid,
'cause her murderous eyes had weakened his will;
her gaze full of sin, for words did it drill
and a deafening calm was suddenly made.
'You're utterly done', asserted her sight.
'Won't sink in this sea', lied sinful his stare.
Tho' it was too late for himself to swear:
The sweet gates of hell enclosed their delight.
She, without shame, does not know her name.
Me, I am doomed; my pain is her aim.
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LIKE DROPS
How brave the crystal waters and their underlying sands,
it seems that you could grab them
but they'd slip right through your hands.
And there though you can't see them, countless drops forever dwell,
and like us they are travelled
by the tide's eternal swell.
So as water is all one, shaped by many single drops,
so 's our fate stirred with tears
till we're split and scrubbed by mops:
In the sea of life we dive without taking any hold,
sometimes hot or maybe cold,
air at times or ice if bold.
Currents prove too manifold for our crawling back along,
the stubborn waves do shake us non-stop
and wet our whirling, breaking song:
'Immortal tide! Everlasting pride! To your haughty will we wholly tied!
But you're too wide, can never hide, inside your flowing stream we lied!
In you: we laughed, but also cried; we falsely lived, but truly died.'
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