Uncertainty

Ashamed, I wonder: what's the worth of mine?.
Shy and cautious,
dodging by the shadows.
What am I afraid of?
Unmanned emotions arise in... me?
and face off the ones in... you?
Please, spot me across the shelves,
you, milk-skinned matron,
show me your gems, deliver your solace.
Let's forget our names and shapes.

Angry weather

Crows under stormy clouds,

early spring and quietness.

Greedy land, so much mud and clay, your only wealth...

Yet a million buds, a million grassblades, a million leaves,

a million drafts of a million lives.

¡Pay heed, you hero, king of mices!  

Micro love song

The closer you are
the more butterfly I become.
Far off you
I creep and crawl.
And then your eyes appear,
and this caterpillar bursts in joy
for you make me winged,
for your splendent countenance
matches the radiancy of your soul.

God haunted anxiety

Christian anxiety.
The art of attack
wielding one's own weaknesses.

Those days

When I was twenty
world seemed fair and straight,
no complicated stuff.
To enforce righteousness
was the answer to all evil and suffering.
I grew older and older,
to realize this:
out of the "I",
enforcing righteousness
is itself
evil and grief.

Maps

Mind's orography:
cliffs, plains, high plateaus...
Mind's hidrology:
roaring ravines, lazy rivers, murky swamps...
Mind's oceanography:
limitless turquoise, monsters of the deep...

Time, time

No time,
but events and ghosts.
A heap of fading memories
I'm told to be Me.