Beloved

Prologue 


tension 
joy 
exitement 
insecurity 
longing 
fear 
frustration 


escape. 


The Royal Palace 
     that drunken night 
          and your red dress 


I come back here in different ways 

Where it began and ended 
the minute you pulled me under 
by the back of my head. 
  

At The Edge Of The World 


We are the smell, the taste,   
the silence   
something too real   
to touch   
something too weak   
to collapse.   
   
   
Our throne,   
     at the edge   
       of the world.   
     
A small journey   
    over the rocks.   
   
Where we watch the buildings   
    spill over the   
       side of the cliff.   
   
   
Our world,   
     is an Indian Summer   
full of labyrnths   
     and vague riddles.     
Secrets painted   
     on the walls   
with stories   
     only we understand.   
   
   
Our house,   
     inherited from a poet.     
The ruins of a bomb,   
     from those terrible years.   
   
(1936-1939)   
   
   
Our heaven,   
     this ancient town.   
   
invented by us,   
invented for us.   


Bathophobia 

A deranged man said Jump!   
jump, you´ll find everything you want.   
That was before his flock   
saw his head bounce off the caisson.   
   
"I have a fear of falling to my death"   
I told you so on the side of the cliff,   
after you put your arms around me   
   
   
With eyes closed,   
I saw for the first time   
my body dangling over the edge, suspended in the air   
my second foot slipping away, going head first.   
   
   
But   
you were waiting at the bottom, so I dropped   
he went feet first, with his eyes open. 


Lost In The Middle 












I took a very long walk today 












Here, 
The night is still warm 
La Negrita still ferments in the garden 

I am still wandering in the manicured bushes 
clenching your hand even tighter. 


Sitting In The Garden 


It´s not what you are 
but who you are, and 
who you let me be. 
   
I keep my eyes open 
when you kiss me with 
closed ones 
because, 
nothing is coincidence 
and I wouldn´t want to miss anything. 


Addendum 


We will: 

chase death robots on trains 
with grass railroad tracks 
through victorian alleys. 

walk down the steps of Lourdes 
inside the Pyrenean foothills 
to the cliff we fell over 
once before. 

fall asleep to the sublime melody 
on the banks of the Grotto. 



The Virgin Mary smiles 
when she sees the way 
we hold hands, because 
our pointless conversations 
and aimless kisses 
make the best clichés.