The church bells ring once
The soft night heat blows sweetly
Dreams crawl on my bed
After almost 15 years of having left my native Dominican Republic, I have decided to share my thoughts and my "drafts of inspiration" again. Sometimes my texts will be in Spanish and sometimes in Dutch; but mostly they will be published in English: a reflection of the reality I live everyday, where choosing only one language to express myself is simply impossible (Spring, 2009).
Monday, 28 June 2010
Sunday, 27 June 2010
Mango
mango, luscious, delicious, sensuous mango,
your kisses in my tongue.
Image source: bhagya.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/mango.jpg
Thursday, 10 June 2010
Insanity
How can i explain
there is no relief
for this latent pain
which eases when i cry
and returns when i smile
it’s all fucked up inside
it feels like a vice
denying happiness
to my beatless heart
I feel this violence
breaking me, it bounces
when i feel your absence
hitting me back
crushing my senses
killing my defenses
it’s all so senseless
i crack like a wrack
i long for your presence
my love’s been sacked
It’s so intrusive
and so abusive
i feel delusive
it’s so reclusive
when you’re elusive
to be exclusive
when you’re decisive
to keep us apart
How can i explain
i know no way
to pack my feelings
and get away
i can only stray
i know it’s in vain
to ask you back
to beg you to stay
It’s driving me insane
i drain in your disdain
when i feel your essence
chained to my veins
How can i explain
there is no relief
for this latent grief
which eases when i scream
and returns when i sleep
it’s all messed up indeed
it feels like a creed
to live by your greed
i don’t cease to bleed
please hear my plea
free me from this need
It’s so fucked up
to carry this weight
there is no escape
this is my fate
to be your prisoner
I feel my decay
Tuesday, 1 June 2010
Poema lanzado a la eternidad virtual
Plasma : Materia gaseosa fuertemente ionizada, con igual número de cargas libres positivas y negativas. Es el estado de la materia más abundante en el universo (diccionario de la Real Academia Española de la Lengua).
oh, tu dentadura a flor de sonrisa
cuando te miro y tú me miras
enamorándome con tus pupilas
y tus juguetonas manos
que me tocan toda a través de las mías
a pesar de esta triste lejanía
en el silencio que nos asalta
cuando se nos preñan los labios
de versos, de remotos besos
que como savia divina se entierran
en tus entrañas y en las mías,
brotando luego como rocío de anhelos,
mojando la frágil soledad
en el aleteo de tu eco
cuando tu dulce voz se pierde a gritos
como recia lluvia que viaja y emigra
habitándome de ti, en mi desnudo epicentro,
colmándome con tu hambre,
con tu fuente a cántaros, con tu grave canto,
cual sedienta y abandonada tierra
a bocanadas de amor embriagante,
gimiendo en tus delicias,
a tí, solo a tí, en puro temblor,
sin temor, me lanzo y me entrego
hasta que el efímero encuentro
nos engendre y nos separe,
tiernamente, alguna vez.
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