Weekend

You pull the string and the light goes off. She says good night. You lie there with her; memories, kisses and laughs. She enters your room (you had been waiting for it while reading a book of old stained pages) and lays on top of you as you put the words aside. You get under the blankets and grab a book. You say good night and embrace the last hug of the night; or at least that's what you think. You, you and her, come back home late at night after displaying a secret many people knew about. You wash the dishes and clean your kitchen while she sleeps on your sofa under your blanket. You pick up the bowl she filled with cereal and milk fifteen minutes ago. You wake up and she is not there; cleaning time.

She tells you that you should go to sleep to your room. You ask her if you could sleep with her tonight, after having fallen asleep while she was resting in your lap watching one of your favorite shows. You put the sofa bed away around four in the afternoon because you think it has been enough watching TV and enjoying her sleep in your arms for that day. You explain to her that your sofa pulls out to a bed and you both decide to lay there and watch movies in a Saturday morning. You wake up in her mattress that rests on top of her box spring; you were cold that night but your soul was sold in peace.

The night ends as it should have ended. You both come back from a concert that started way too late. Walking home is not as terrible when you have her besides you, grabbing your arm. You ask her to go home. You and her are upstairs kissing and hugging in the midst of dancers, the music plays loudly. Downstairs, you kiss her. You tell her that you like her. She tells you that she likes you. The two of you order a couple of drinks from the bar. You and her come into the bar and pay the eight dollars they were charging. She brings you a beer; you pour her a drink. You fill the flask in preparation for the night. You both drink after taking showers. You look at her and cannot stop admiring her beauty. You talk to her and you like her.

"Days like this"

In days this like this I feel powerful and vulnerable. I feel like going back to create a future. I feel that the tomorrow will bring the same disappointments of the yesterday; that broken hearts will, inevitably, be. That the fact that I am getting my bangs grow is a fruitless endeavor because I will cut them anyways. All the words I've said, I feel, have been in vane. The one that I used to be is not anymore and the one I wanted to be may not ever happen. I feel convoluted, I encounter myself digging through my past, thinking if the decisions I made were the right ones. Most of the times I believe they were, some other I simply do not know.

Fue amor (English translation)

I could have done better.
You could come close to me. [sic]
I intuited that this, my love,
was breaking and it's always like that.

The truth is that everything was
so strange, so strange at the end.
You were looking for God's powder
I was drinking to depart from here.

Every time I think about you,
it was love, it was love.

All the world talks to me about you,
and I can't stop laughing.
What you do and where you go
of your apt. always to Prix D'Ami.

It's not fine to break a heart
Dejá vú of what's coming.
You wanted to see me happy,
I wanted to see you to revive.

Every time I think about you,
it was love, it was love.
Every time I think about you,
it was love, it was love.

These running days my love,
this is where we were destined to live.
Tangled in the Entel cords
we'll be coming out of some dream.

As always, I can practice
and the kiddos are always there.
There is a boomerang in the city,
my love,
everything comes back, as you say.

Every time I think about you,
it was love, it was love.
Every time I think about you,
it was love, it was love.

O tempo voa (ou o amor vai e vem, mas isopor é para sempre)

Um ano atrás, eu estava flutuando entre beijos que repousavam na parte de trás da minha mente.

Na manhã seguinte, peguei um avião.

Eu ainda me lembro.

Corazón de flores

He hecho un corazón de flores.
Quietamente sembrado
en el jardín del ayer,
en la emoción del beber.

Un corazón de flores he hecho.
En el pasillo hacía ti.
Sobre tu memoria quebrada
sobre mi alma remendada.

Un corazón de flores sembré
hoy cuando pensé en ti.
Cuando tu recuerdo, casi
omnipresente, me hizo sonreír.

I am

I alone and lonely. I am frustrated. I am grown man. I am remembering. I am who I was not. I am a rainy day without a rainbow. I am, most of the times, a fool. I am a drumstickless drummer, I am a teacher. I am a bad student. I am a smoker of cigarettes and unfulfilled dreams. I am a sunless sunset. I am a vague memory. I am multitasking. I am a broken bastard. I am the shine in "sunshine". I am clean. I am big. I am useful. I am used. I am the dress that you know you shouldn't buy because is not the right size but you buy it anyways hoping that some day it will fit you. I am the last scare in a bad horror movie. I am the last last goodbye. I am, sometimes, reckless. I am a test in progress. I am immature. I am never done. I am sad. I am sorry. I am me. I am the one that has to deal with me because I am all I have.

Oh no you di'int universe

I feel broken. I cry. My house is too big not to be shared.

Día del descubrimiento de América.

I am not "Latino", "Hispanic" or even "Mexican".
I am the product of some unfortunate events
that took place more than 400 years ago.
I am not who you want me to be.

I am the "other" in the applications, the"other" who decides not to specify out not of ignorance but out of knowledge. The "other" whose color of skin means nothing but mixture. The "other" that if judged according to the color of his skin can deceive you because I can identify more with "American" than with any other classification that they may give me; America is a continent.

I am not the lost light.
I am not the last breath.
I am not the beautiful girl under a light that brings out her cheekbones.


I am who I am because of how I was brought up and the personal decisions I have taken. I regret up to a certain degree that Columbus came to this part of the earth 500 years ago instead of coming today. I will give him not golden counts or a hummingbirds' necklace for mirrors. I would have given him my life just to take me to the other side of the world.

Una cerveza,

dos cigarrillos,
dos gatos
una pelea interrumpida por una puerta,
un viaje,
dos conciertos,
tres lugares,
dos momentos,
un tren lejano,
un amor cercano,
once años,
veintidós años,
un recuerdo hiriente,
una olla abollada,
un recuerdo lejano,
un recuerdo ajeno,
dos recuerdos amargos,
un beso en la comisura de los labios,
un apretón de manos y de corazón.

Remiendo mi sillón

Remiendo mi sillón
sin mis lentes nuevos
pues no me dejan ver.

Acaricio los detalles
sin mis lentes nuevos
pues no me dejan ver.

Sueño un sueño real.