Night (Rosh HaShana)

The streets are empty

Darkness and the new year

Night, I am happy

(note : So, today was the jew’s new year, we are starting the year 5775, I’m at work, the hour : 03:20 AM, outside I can see the darkness, the night, I love the night, at this hour there is nobody in the streets, I can hear the silence, I’m at peace)

Untitled No. 21

KhaoZ:

Spanish translation

Originally posted on Salto al reverso:

Siento la necesidad de correrme

sobre la poesia de tu cuerpo,

tus labios (vaginales) que me cuentan de Safo

y el gastado camino de tu cintura,

tus tetas como montanias, montanias de miel, y

yo soy un colonizador,

voy a sumergirme en el mar de tus fluidos purpuras

Sos mia esta noche, las estrellas te miran y te envidian

porque sos mia

esta noche

todo es posible

esta noche

somos etereos

nuestros corazones bombean sangre + adrenalina

Un circulo de saliva nos rodea

y en el medio de la noche

te nombro

Reina, Diosa

de la naturaleza

No voy a recordarte maniana

pero esta noche

somos uno, un cuerpo, un alma,

pagana comunion del espiritu

Pero para cuando el sol salga

vas a ser otro vacio recuerdo

en la nostalgia de la nada

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Untitled No. 21

I feel the urge to cum
over the poetry of your body
your (vaginal) lips that tell me of Sappho
the wasted road of your hips
your tits like mountains, honey mountains, and
I’m an explorer,
I submerge myself in the sea of your purple fluids

You are mine tonight, the stars in the sky watch you and envy you
because your are mine
tonight
everything can happen
tonight
we are ethereal
our hearts pumping blood + adrenaline

A circle of saliva around us
and in the middle of the night
I name you
Queen, Goddess
of nature

I’ll not remember you tomorrow
but tonight
we are one, one body, one soul
communion of the spirit

But tomorrow
you’ll be another empty memory
in the longing of the void

Homenaje a mis amigos…

KhaoZ:

Un pequeño regalo de un gran hombre …

Originally posted on Salto al reverso:

salto al reverso 2También los artistas tienen su ángel guardián…

Decenas de estrellas multicolores le adornan su aureola-lunar.

Nota: Espero que les guste este humilde regalo para ustedes mis queridos autores-amigos del blog Saltoalreverso y un abrazo especial para nuestro ángel guardián Carla. Me divertí mucho visualizando y pintando cada una de las estrellas que para mí ustedes representan. Abrazos a todos…

Imagen: Pintura en acrílico Homenaje a mis amigos… 10″ x 14″ de la autoría de Edwin Colón Pagán Septiembre 2014.

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Endless days

Endless days

watching the day, the night, the day, and again the night passing by

in my bed

sleeping

Endless days

hungry

without money

begging some food, some cents, some beer

Endless days

sleeping

Endless days

when my only food are my words

Friends

A beer is a good friend,
An animal is a good friend,
A dog, or a cat that you adopt, alone, in your house,
But people
People are only interested in what you have
And they are not real friends
I mean, not everyone, but most
I feel more appreciated by my cat
Than from some of my “friends”,
My so called friends
My fucked-up friends
Those friends that leave you alone in the middle of the street
And don’t care how you come back home
Those so-called-friends.
A dog will stay at your side
A cat too
A beer
An icy cold beer is a good friend in a sticky-hot-summer-day
But people will smile at you, give you a hug, and then, let you to rot
They will give their back on you when you most need them
Friends Friends Friends
I want to believe in real friendship
But I’m starting to loose my faith
(on them)