SUSTENTO


Si cada bala pudiera convertirse en un beso
Y en lugar de suicidios tuviéramos castillos
Y en vez de casquillos
Críos que pueden transformar el mundo
Con una avalancha de cantos

Y si la sangre en lugar de escaparse por
Los alcantarillados de la ciudad
Se multiplicara con entes sonrientes
Capaces de sanar las dolencias de muchos

Y si el disparar no hiciera de una familia
Más chica sino más grande
Llena de melodías
Que funcionan como anticuerpos

Y si las mesas no estuvieran
Cubiertas de platillos caníbales
Sino de las plantas del Jardín del Edén

Si nuestras bebidas nos hicieran
Mirar el futuro y evitar los eminentes
Tropiezos de nuestro caminar
Si fueran calor para nuestros huesos
Y regeneración para los tejidos destrozados

Si nuestro entrar fuera como nuestro salir
Y nuestros días con noches muy diferentes
Y las noches permanecieran iluminadas
Con los movimientos del Amor
Ese trabajo de inmortalidad
Que mantiene al planeta ocupado

Si los ingredientes de tus pensamientos
No causaran tu muerte prematura
Si estuvieran vivos y no muertos
Si tuvieran la voluntad para resistir
El largo salto de la vida

Si los pisos estuvieran habitados
Por perros agradecidos
Que comen de las migajas
De señores y señoras enamorados
Sentados en la cima del mundo
Sentados en este restaurante

Si las ventanas ya no fueran vendettas
Sino reflectores de la verdad
Brillantes detalles resplandecientes
En los rostros de una familia

FIELDS

The garbage man doesn’t come
The Mediterranean gusts do the job
Refuse outspread on the grass

LAST NIGHT

The lovers
Called the police
There’s someone outside
With flashlight
And the police said
It is just the moon

ACCOUNT

The boy
Was plastered with jelly
He was cleaned
And the towels were
Heavy with marmalade
The soiled linens were
Given to Avellana
When she woke up

Optaré por las tortillas JM
Cuando esté controlando mi ordenador JM
¡Pero cuidado con los coyotes! BA

ALIMENTOS

Los astronautas
Comen tortillas
En el espacio

POEM FOR A HACKER

Your crafty presence adds
To whatever I do
You become indispensable
In the equation of creation
In the lattice of your reality

To think of you
As a partner in arms
Or an associate of the absurd
To ponder if you are needed
Or if you have become undesirable

Invisible partner
Take care of
More important business
It be good for you

I better wish you well
I better give you water
And not have you thirsty
Better hydrated
Than dried

Let me study
Your grey matter
I don’t know if
I should give you a hug
Or quick you
Between your legs

SONG WRITING

I played my guitar
On my bed
It laid on the side
That hurts the most

I sang a song about lovers
Who are euphorically lost
I sang a song
About everlasting devotion

And suddenly…
Your song began to emerge
From that sanctuary
Inside my thorax
And it came alive
Like a memory of flesh & blood

Dreams of medicine
Blanket of my life
Under the stars of winter

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Sueños de medicina
Cobija de mi vida
Bajo las estrellas del invierno

BATLLE

There’s no joy in seeing
Your opponent destroyed
Only pain & sorrow

WHEN I WALKED THROUGH
THE DOOORS SHE LOOKED
AT ME & SMILED


Today at Divine Liturgy
The priest spoke about
A blind man who was able
to see better than those with
A good pair of eyes

He was able to see with hope
While the others were blinded
By their ambition

There was a beautiful girl
In the chapel
I have never seen before
And she looked just like you

She kept turning and looking at me
And since I had a great view
Of her profile
I was able to confirm
Your image in her
And her image in you

I advanced towards the Chalice
And tasted the Blood of God
And as I returned to my place
I saw her glancing at me
I looked at her eyes
And she looked away