Monday, November 29, 2010


Being wise is being forgetful

It’s so easy to see the mistakes in other people and so hard to see our own faults


I love to love but I don't know how


Sunday, November 21, 2010

I think...

Me la pase pensando

Me la pase pensando
Pensé que vivía
Pensé que amaba
Pensé que moría
Pero nada sucedía
En mi monótona vida
Todo eran pensamientos
Que solo en mi mente sucedían.

My conscience weighs too much and I got tired of carrying it.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

With my imagination

With my imagination      Poems published in

With my imagination I created galaxies and heavens,
Destroyed millenary gods and created others that nobody loved.
With my imagination I finish dictatorships and tyrannous,
Created marvelous and perfect utopias and made the past and present happy.
With my imagination I had more lovers than any sultan,
More wealth that all the kings together and engendered hordes of saints and wise men.
With my imagination I died and revived at will
Wrote all the poems and novels and forgot to hate my enemies.
With my imagination I finished time and matter,
And turned myself into a poem.

In the depth of my soul
Putrid doubts
Eat my useless god.
Everything is an existential error
Nothing is true but my secure fear
Even you are just a dead lie.

Tuesday, November 09, 2010


Writing is always an expedition into your own soul. Most people don’t want to go there because they are afraid they may discover their core is depressingly dull.

Thursday, November 04, 2010

My bank

My bank.

I want to open a bank. A bank of poems

A bank were you could deposit a poem

And take out as many poems as you would like,

No penalties, no interests, no fees.

By the way, I think that such bank alredy exists. The Internet is such a rich place to find all kind of poems. And it's great to be able to chat with other poets.