Poema 35 Ob. Ter. Marannancadda

sólo recuerdo la voragine de imagenes
dentro de un coagulo de gente
vuelven a mi las arcanas iluciones
de seres que vuelan y explotan juntos y mueren solos.

angustiada es la lombriz no asumida
horrible es la gente
bella es la persona
vomita su alimneta y emprende un nuevo vuelo

tortugas amarillas
aplastando emociones tortuosas
de quienes no conoces más que
un y menos que ambos
para solo morir en paz y vivir en tragedia...

He stole

"Fuck load of cunts free in the paper worls
Enlightened situations of a planified fun and orgies of no one
just a bunch of innocent guilty lies
The right answer for everything
The wrong product for everyone
They're always the funny guy
The charismatic one, the honest one.
The beloved and hard earn reward...

But he is a liar.
He is a chauvinistic prick
'cos in your head the world is perfect
'cos in your head I care...

And I don't lie, I care,
but not for you.

Die is what I wan't for you
Not your bodie, but your soul

-You know, that's my problem. I can't see any love, I just want to kill you. Nothing more.
Maybe with my bare hands, with my teeth and nails reap your skin offand bury you in salt. - I'm sorry but that's me, that's how I fell in your arms.
Please care for me the same I care for you

-You ugly son of a bitch, fake sounds come out your mouth. Beat box of emptyness, shit face loose insanity.

-But baby please calm down, I'm here for you... please look at me...

-I don't want to, I just wanna reap his fuckin head off. He always knows what to say, I think I'll spear him from his gruesome dead; He lifts my spirit throught the others. I don't want to be in his line of sight. Please fuck all the others...please fuck the outside, please save me in the inside, please... just this one, just for me...

- You know I can't, you know I must confront you, I must awaken you, I must slap you. I have to lick your disturbed eyes and clean them from the porn that consumes you. You can't die, not anymore, but you can't live this way either... It's not your choice.

-I don't wanna die, but sometimes wish I've never been born at all...

-Stop cuoting; Don't over steal words again; Yours it's the world, but only if you find the words.

-My my my, oh my. My my my oh my.

-Stop the dance and start the laughter

-I'm only liying to your self in your face while I smile and dance and sing your price and glory...

-I'm leaving you alone with your stolen lies.

My

You, who looked at me so proud.
You, the one that stands above the crowd.
You, the living dead
That killed all the living.
You, the punishment that hunts you.
You, the fucker who scape it.
You, burning in hell, I know so.
Torn to pieces over and over
by the ones you put there.

Alone I sit and wait
For your soul to reborn again.
I sit alone in here
Fist enraged, fist as stone.
Fist to claim the souls of millions.

Who are they?
Who do you think they are?
Hidding behind your mask of power
They are the you that survives.
Thousands are waiting by their doors,
Fists enraged and bloodshot eyes wide open,
Mouth smashed and eyes well blackened.

All of them,
who play that unceasing hymn of protest,
All of them,
Who's voice will never be shut
'cos their pain will never be over.
You and all of them
Robbed them theri lifes,
Their future and their peace.
That dangerous games you play
Has cost this world and all the others that will come.
All of those motherfucker...

Hongó

Chile es un hongo.
Hongo de sabores, hongo de figuras.
Alucinógeno y maravilloso, pero tortuoso e infructuoso.
Del desecho surge la belleza eterna de nuestras rosas,
De las rosas cae la inmundicia eterna de nuestros cotidianos.
Años y años, días y días,
Perros que gozan y sufren
el amor perdido de la doncella patria.
Que danza al son de un Lalo
y lloran el rojo derramado por un Pino.
¿Quien soy yo para decirles “paren”?
¿Quien eres tú que contentas con discursos y falsas alegorías?
A la dulce patria y sus colores,
A la triste historia que nos precede,
Que de todos es, más a nadie pertenece,
Desde la tierra y la mugre,
Chile es un hongo

The boy with the abyss

Un chico fijo frente a un muro.
Días, horas, sin comer ni dormir.

THINK FOR YOURSELF.

Una gran explosión frente a su ventana
destruye su atracción.

QUESTION AUTHORITY

Destruye la pequeña esfera negra
que se formaba entre él y su muro.

TO THINK FOR YOURSELF YOU MUST QUESTION AUTHORITY

En la calle una gran cráter
entre dos enormes edificios.
El chico corriendo sale del edificio
que da directamente al cráter
y la gente que lo rodea.
Fijamente se queda mirando hacia
el centro y profundidad misma.
Días y noches más mil millones de personas
que se cruzan frente y por detrás de él.
Lentamente y de dentro hacia afuera
un milímetro al día
se cierra el cráter frente al impávido chico
que aspira y expira sólo con cada milímetro.
Su barba crece y crece
junto con los siclos lunares
y su rostro envejece
junto con el nacimiento de cada vida nueva.

THE WAR ON DRUGS

El chico llega a su dormitorio nuevamente,
con una gran cantidad de bello en su rostro,
que motudamente todo lo cubre.
Al baño, frente al espejo
se instala con la mirada fija en si mismo.
Milímetro a milímetro
los finos bellos retroceden lento y pausado
hasta esconderse por completo dentro de su dermis.

IS A WAR ON PERSONAL FREEDOMS

Apoyándose sobre la pared
que antes fijamente miraba,
el chico golpeó su cabeza
cerrando a fuerza los ojos
soltando más de una lagrima
y tragando su dolor junto con su saliva.
Se sienta nuevamente en su lugar original,
mira hacia el cielo acallando un grito.
Fija nuevamente su mirada,
el pequeño mundo negro vuelve a aparecer.

craddle she sang for me

Breaking it in the dark------------------------------
--------------------------Rompiendolo en la oscuridad
avoiding a reflection--------------------------------
-------------------------------evitando una reflexión
that possibly be my last aparition-------------------
-------------------esa podría ser mi última aparición
Cost me my will, my eyes and my lust-----------------
----------Me costó mi voluntad, mis ojos y mi lujuria
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Don't seem to understand-----------------------------
---------------------------------Sin parecer entender
why the cryin' are from the pidgeons-----------------
----------------por qué los gritos son de las palomas
or the carrots an the souls--------------------------
-------------------------o las zanahorias y las almas
Seemingly flashing memories--------------------------
------------------Aparentemente destellando recuerdos
to what I've lost and gained again-------------------
----------------a lo que he perdido y ganado de nuevo
just as they said: "you fucked up bitch--------------
--------------justo cuando dijieron:"Tú, jodida perra
punk-ass lord"---------------------------------------
---------------------------------------'joputa señor"
Bounding me to my own caged will---------------------
-------------Ligandome a mi propia voluntad enjaulada
but free in it as the fear goes by-------------------
------pero libre en ella a medida que el miedo se va.
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Fly and cry ant master-------------------------------
------------------------Vuela y llora maestro hormiga
floated away thriumph rooster------------------------
------------------------ido flotando gallo triunfante
Cocked my trigger------------------------------------
----------------------------------Activado mi gatillo
happy my lust----------------------------------------
--------------------------------------feliz mi lujura
but then again they said:----------------------------
----------------------------pero nuevamente dijieron:
"Cunt, bitch, fucked and owned over once again-------
-"Puta, perra, jodida y poseida nuevamente y otra vez
leave a pice of your ass behind,---------------------
--------------------deja un pedazo de tu culo detrás,
and try an breath on your own,-----------------------
---------------------y trata y respira por tu cuenta,
fuckin' bitch..."------------------------------------
------------------------------------'joputa perra..."
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And the birds went by--------------------------------
--------------------------------y los pajaros volaron
and the clouds flew in-------------------------------
----------------------------------y las nubes pasaron
and my mind was dead---------------------------------
--------------------------------y mi mente fue muerta
once and for all-------------------------------------
--------------------------------------una vez por fin
once and again...------------------------------------
--------------------------------una vez y de nuevo...

Maybe, what is for...

Dreams...
pictures of unconscious memory.
This little child doesn't want to scream,
'cos the fear is to much to show,
'cos the struggle has been lost,
the throat is closed and the eyes are wide
as he sees everythin' that's in front of him
and everything that's in front of him it's as distant
as the truth behind open eyes.

Dreams...
Gifts from the one who's beyond it all.
This little girl it's on her knees
She can't see or hear what's across the lid.
As I wander through and thou
As I see her dying from starvation
The question always stay in front
prayin' to be answered,
Why, oh why?
Tell me lord when will I be over?
Gonna be this or the next?
Gonna be me or the previous?
This little girl can't see hear or feel,
but sometimes not even I can see whats in there.
She asked me, once before,
If you had one wish, one true desire,
and that dream comes true...
Wouldn't it kill you?
Could you really live without that dream?
Or you'll make yourself another impossible gold?
Just to see
Just to ease your mind,
Just to breath,
you need it,
you crave for it,
but you can't have it.
Life is sickening,
I'm disgusted,
I'm with pain.
But I can't see beyond.
Tomorrow seems so far...