Pupila mortal – Mortal pupil

05.10.2016

 

No es el lugar

soy yo y mis múltiples duelos

mis agazapados, sordos deseos

y el más oscuro anhelo

del abismo más allá de nuestros cuerpos

en la pupila mortal que observa el miedo

o la oscuridad voraz que engulle el tiempo.

 

It is not the place

it is me and my multiple griefs

my crouching, deaf desires

and the most obscure longing

for the abyss beyond our bodies

in the mortal pupil observing fear

or the voracious darkness swallowing time.

 

El Matallana

Our kiss

26.09.2016

 

I know they also told you

about fear

and hate

us being excluded

from their feast

from our fate

from our fading eternity

 

You learned very well how to hide

and eventually forgot

that longing

for truth

and denied

a lovely place in our smile

where our life is our destiny

 

Our kiss is the kiss

from that time

when first two were really surprised

finding darkness, sadness

and light

beyond one’s cage of body or mind

caressing chaos with synergy

 

El Matallana

Public pervert

If time is my vessel, then learning to love

might be my way back to sea

The flying, the metal, the turning above,

these are just ways to be seen…

 

We all get paid,

yeah some get faith before they die,

then through stars we will navigate

through the holes in your eyes…

 

How many days will it take to land?

How many ways to reach abandon?

Oh, abandon

 

Oh, so swoon, baby, starry nights,

may our bodies remain

You move with me, I’ll treat you right, baby,

may our bodies remain

 

There is love to be made,

so just stay here for this while.

Perhaps heartstrings resuscitate,

the fading sounds of your life…

 

How many days will it take to land?

How many ways to reach abandon?

Oh, abandon

 

So swoon baby starry nights,

may our bodies remain

As deep we move, I’ll feed you light, baby,

may our bodies remain

Oh yeah in history, I’ll treat you right, baby,

I’m honest that way, hey!

 

Swoon baby starry nights,

may our bodies remain…

 

Interpol (1997) – Public Pervert, Antics (2004)

Poison and elixir

30.03.2015

 

How sweet the ambivalence

How bitter the ambivalence

poison and elixir

in the glass

in the body

death and pleasures

 

Your voice saying hello

says goodbye

Your rejecting hand

offers the belly

 

Your words that inspire love

but hurt

your secrets that reveal

but hide

 

You inspire me

you convoke me

you attack me

you scare me

 

You take me

you release me

you ignore me

you want me

 

How sweet the ambivalence

How bitter the ambivalence

How beautiful and awful love

that lives because it dies

 

El Matallana

Six senses

July 12/04

 

Too much rumination on the hate for others

has left me without words

 

To avoid their strident shouting

my will has made me deaf

 

Blind I could scape

from the diverse faces of their decadence

 

But I can still feel

a cold swirl

nesting in every pore

 

Taste in my palate

this eternal thirst

for the inconceivable

 

Perceive the stench

of this body

that is rotting

 

 

El Matallana