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Blue Print (I)

You inked the virgin
Milk blue print of a marble
Idea(l) of two, one and
Another, who love each
Other, forever and even
Multiplied, if you search
The web, if you type on
Your keyboard, if you move
Your hands, the fingers, if
They touch yourself or some
Thing, some one, think
How would that change the
Algorithm of your laser
Heart, always on and never
Off, lighting like a production
Fault kept it constantly
Responding to any one who
Comes close to your mirror
Eye, projection skin,
Seducing surface, hypnotizing
Gaze that recognizes
Crumpled sheets of gold
Where no one ever met another
Because this is the shiniest desert
Solitude can make up
This is the iciest haven
Here, not there, for one, not another
Illusion to fall for someone

Who is a magician, an artist

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Cloud

 White shadows
Making love
A making of
Love behind
Closed eyelids

 Breathe in

A new day
Is gonna be
Born soon

 What I have been
Collecting, seeding
I will harvest all

The moons

Coming and going
Swelling and expiring

 A promise

Worn
On the outside
Of my body

 This is the nights
I´m humming
In the days which
Have a memory
Of everything

 We forget

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Some systems can not sustain (each other)
 

WHAT ABOUT LOVE, WHAT ABOUT YOURS, WHAT ABOUT MINE, WHAT ABOUT OURS? HOURS IN WAITING ROOMS. HOURS ON HOLD. THINKING OF AIRPORTS. WHAT ABOUT PARIS, WHAT ABOUT MARBLE SCULPTURES, MARBLE BODIES THAT CLING TO EACH OTHER, ETERNAL, LIKE SOME WORDS TO… WHAT ABOUT BOOKS AND WHAT ABOUT KISSES. WHAT ABOUT BLUE AS THE WARMEST COLOR AND THE BLUE OF FLOWERS. LES FLEURS DU MAL. PETALS AND PAGES. DIVINE COMEDIES. STAND UP. YES, BUT. ON SOME DAYS YOUR SMILE CAN SUSTAIN A WHOLE WORLD, ON SOME DAYS MY ARM CAN´T EVEN COPE WITH THE WEIGHT OF MY HEARTBEAT. SOME SYSTEMS CAN NOT SUSTAIN. LIFE. STAINS. IMAGES. OF OUR PAST. PRESENT. AND FUTURE. SOME IMAGES ARE NOT OURS. AND WE TRY. TO MAKE THEM OUR OWN. PROPER PROPERTY. APPROPRIATED PROSPECTS. CATALOGUES. CATALOGUE IRRAISONNÉ. IMAGES. IMAGINATIONS. DREAMS. BACKDROP FOR. THE WEDDING PHOTOS. FOR EXAMPLE. IMAGES, IMAGES, DAMAGES, DAMAGES. ACCIDENTAL OR OCCIDENTAL. FLAT BODIES. WE INHALE THEM, WE EXHALE. FOUNTAINS. INHALE. WAVES. WATER DAMAGE. LOVE AS A WORD IS AN ERROR. LOVE CAN ONLY BE AN ACTION. GET OVER IT, GET OVER THAT WORD. OVERSTEP. OVERWRITE. OUR BLUE SHADOWS THAT WE JUST BORROWED FROM THE LIGHT. OUR IMAGE OF LOVE THAT WE JUST BORROWED. OVERWRITE. TRANSPARENCIES. WHERE DID YOU LEARN TO DRAW WAVES? WHERE DID YOU LEARN HOW TO BREAK THINGS? THE SOFT GRID OF MATTRESSES. THE SOFT MISTRESSES. OPEN WINDOWS AND EXOTIC RHYTHMS. I´M STILL HERE. DIRTY FINGERNAILS. WHY DID ADAM NOT TEACH YOU NOR ME HOW TO SCULPT. WE JUST KNOW HOW TO BE TENDER. TO FLESH. TO CLAY. NOT HOW TO SCULPT HUMANS. MAYBE WE KNOW MORE ABOUT SEEDS. THEY COME IN BODIES AND IN PACKAGES OF PAPER. IN SUPERMARKETS. IN GARDENCENTERS. IN SEED BANKS, IN SPERM BANKS. SOME SYSTEMS CANNOT SUSTAIN. BLIND SPOTS, WHITE SPOTS, REMAINS. WE´LL ALWAYS HAVE PARIS AND PICTURES OF SUPPOSED IDEALS. AND THEN WE´LL GET OUR FINGERS BURNED BY SPARKLERS, IF WE´RE LUCKY, ONLY THE FINGERS. BLACK SPOTS. PLAYING WITH FIRE SEEMS ONLY REASONABLE FOR SOMEONE WHO LOVES WATER. BLUE. NOTES. WAVES. MEMORY. BASINS. STORAGE. IRIDESCENT. DISCS. DESCENT. LOVE IS NO DISC. SPHERES. ASCENDANT. I´M YOUR VENUS. WHAT ABOUT LOVE. YOU CAN´T SAVE LOVE AS DRAFT. WHAT TO DO WITH IT THEN? WHERE TO WITH IT THEN? I`VE NEVER BEEN GOOD AT GEOGRAPHY. I´M STILL HERE. ARCHIPELAGO OF TWO (AT LEAST). ISLANDS AND NO MAN IS. BUT SOME SYSTEMS CANNOT SUSTAIN. EACH OTHER. I CANNOT. I CANNOT COPY AND PASTE. YOU. INTO GOOGLE TRANSLATE. I CANNOT. MAPS. I CANNOT COPY AND PASTE IDEALS, APPARENCIES. I CAN INVENT. LAYERS. STORIES. SENSE. I LOVE WORDS BUT I HAVE TO LET GO OF. KEYBOARDS, KEYWORDS. GOTTALETGO. OF LOVE. AS A WORD. IT´S AN ACTION.

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Temperatures
 

The sun will have put
Her foot in the door
It will have found a way
To shatter the cold
Faster than us and
In a more elegant manner
For sure, the sun has
Hot yellow heels

In the backyard it´s summer
For a moment at least, balls
And time suspended, flying
Through the air, meeting bodies
Jumping and hitting objects
Frozen in the warmth before
They feel defeated by
The temperature

Resistance has never been
Easy, neither in war, nor in love
Maybe I should call my granny
Before the sun sets and the lights
Stop caressing my face, maybe
I should turn four years again and
Just run around with the brightest
Smile like I´ve never broken a leg
(Haven´t) nor heart (have)

Well, the sun, it´s the one who
Leaves traces and freckles your
Skin if you´re just like me, like me
Or not, this is just one of the things
Configurations, some of the magic
That happens casually, to look
In a mirror and find yourself
Beautiful, next to someone

Who might know how to juggle
Your soul, acrobat, but what if
It´s just you, sitting next to you?
But what if the balls fall, what if
We run out of question marks

How do you like your company
I ask myself and my phone rings
And I answer and say, hi, I´ve
Been waiting for you to call
It´s so nice to hear from you
And in the backyard it´s summer
For a moment at least, everything
Glowing, the sun has yellow heels

What is the fusion point
What is the freezing point
Of poems

What is the temperature of
All thoughts suspended

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Landmark (Blue)
 

With her hand she waved
Away the water and
Cut the sea in slices

So delicate you could see
The origin of the world
Between her legs, the ocean

Spread out again and took
Away every word that had
Been lurking there

For centuries
And never been and never heard
Spoken by a female voice

A woman

Her finger cut into the lucid flesh
Of the sky, drawing a sweet spot
False rib, a shoulder

Blade, to lean on to
A monument of

Bone, boner
Bonest is no
Admissible form

Limited vocabulary
Extended vocabulary

A woman
She writes

A contract
In the blue of the sea
Every day, to all

Eternity

That she
That she may
That she may create