Encounter

Now we crossed again,

Never adulting, kids in time’s refrain.

Perplexed and lost,

Just searching for the truth, at all costs…

Even for you it’s just a word.

Life intricates unscripted dance,

Paths diverge, yet they bend

Back to where our stories mend.

How many times we took a chance?

This fleeting encounter is a whisper from the past.

A ghost of joy, once vivid in the shadows cast.

Eternally lost sweet state of childish mind

In this elusive light our souls are twined.

Waiting for it is waiting for Godot.

You just reminded me the void I’ve got.

While all  the foreign forces in my mind just play and plot

The never-ending story of living and waiting

In the web we’re caught.

From pub to pub in London’s arms, till morning light we graced.

In laughter and lanterns our memories traced…

Now I stand at the crossroads, YoU-turned.

Searching for the truth

Even for you it’s just a word.

London, January 2024

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Not a victim statement

When the language of your dreams and verses

Is cancelled,

When immaturity is covered in yellow and blue,

Then ask the adversary to answer.

In the hollowness, you’ll see it’s you.

The streets sound sirens—are you

Tuned?

Electricity is rare, but our men are now bionic

If they survive their wounds,

By something hypersonic.

Millions of hearts are geographically stretched

And wretched.

Delusional people and leaders,

You’ll call the Father of All Things,

If only you consider

That the land

(Power,

House,

Identity,

Whatever the Internet says,

Add your own)

                                               Is more important than men.

London, October 2024

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The Ultimate Seducer

Narrator:

Miren is a Bilbao tennis star,

Elegant and sharp,

Brilliant in the Arts.

Hunted and hated by her peers,

She rips apart everything she starts.

Miren:

Hegel for breakfast,

Bach for lunch.

Let the fools deal with my problems—

I don’t need that much,

I just need the best,

As I walk the fiery abyss

Where souls burn brightest.

Narrator:

Miren is in London,

Making Art, throwing her lonely heart.

Miren has no friends, no money, and no job.

All she has is a cat.

All her life is a bet…

Miren:

Oh, every night arouses my devils.

I dream of love, but I am abused.

Am I a slave, or am I a monster?

I draw Death, my Ultimate Seducer.

And yet, there comes a new day…

Narrator:

Miren is in New York.

Starting a brand new life.

For the first time, she’s playing a wife.

But every night she is amusing

With her Ultimate Seducer…

Ultimate Seducer:

Thanks to me, you are alive.

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Memories

Memories are changing everyday

I paint them blue and but they turn grey.

I’ve erased the ones with you—

So then this story can start anew,

Start anew… in

Spinning bubbles,

Fleeting lies,

Mindless power,

Empty eyes,

Rootless souls,

Blood and might,

Chic and glitter,

Big blues tonight,

Big blues tonight.

History warps with every turn

The pages flip, depends who burns.

Nobody seeks the honest truth—
So it repeats, and we all lose,
Yes, we all lose.

The dreams that always come true

And once they arrive, I trash them too.

I draw huge circles on the sand.

I am nobody on this land,

On this land.

June 2024, London

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Falling into the sky

He offered me
A sky-blue kite
I could free myself
And be light.
I would jump on the wave
It would hug me back
I would sail far, far away…
Into the blues of the sky…

Now I keep seeing a dream
Getting right off the ground,
Soaring all over the beach
Leaving this world drowned
On the wave of Jobim
Falling, falling into the sky.

The kite is lying

Floating on the sand

In a sweet moment of dying

I was awakened in the ICU by a friend

— Who are you?

— I don’t know.

— What’d you do?

— I don’t know.

I just remembered his name..

`Sardinia, 2024

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Missing the mark

Eyes full of Moon,

Night sees its Doom,

Morning paints new colours of hope,

Something springs in your town.

It might dissolve before the dawn...

It might dissolve before the dawn...

What would you do if the world ends tomorrow?

Would you sell your soul or just borrow?

Would you be at your desk in the office,

Waiting for Noah with his Arc?

Oh, God, we are missing the mark…

It smells of iron and death.

Isn’t it irony, the Earth is the board of chess?

Tricksters and clowns, pieces and pawns..

Sleep tight, the game dissolves before the dawn.

The game dissolves before the dawn.

As the stars whisper secrets in a dance of dread,

Wonders untold, while fears just spread

In the silence all words are said.

Sleep tight, I’m just a story

in your head…

Sevilia, 2024