Tree and seed


Who are you?

The centre of a cosmic asterisk
A river through which
and feelings
An expectant desert
with flowers ready to awake
if the rain falls
You are more than the bodies you navigate
when you love
and more than the words you use to paint the world
A lightning, maybe, a flame,
a dark fire
burning in the deep
A traveller to himself
and to the hidden nonsense
which dresses things with sense
A contemporary nomad,
learning to live in the present
A safe full of absences,
and losses
A perpetual dance
in trance towards nothingness
You are the petty drops of your poems
and your incommensurable love,
likewise petty,
more fragile and ephemeral than the dew,
more faint and vulnerable
than the little fireworks of your life
You are a song, perhaps
already almost without air,
despite its seductive rhythm,
despite its melody
You are the words and longings of your dead ones
Your loves, heartbreaks, hellos and goodbyes
All the souls that were your shelter
and all the rejections which pushed you away

You are part of the beginning
of all your families
and you give yourself to your fortune
like the tree to its seed.

El Matallana

Árbol y semilla


¿Quién eres?

El centro de un cósmico asterisco
Un río por el que fluyen momentos,
y emociones
Un desierto expectante,
con flores que despiertan
si la lluvia cae
Eres más que los cuerpos que navegas
cuando amas
y más que las palabras con que pintas el mundo
Un relámpago, tal vez, una llama,
un fuego oscuro
que arde en lo profundo
Un viajero hacia sí mismo
y al oculto sinsentido
que viste de sentido a las cosas
Un nómada contemporáneo,
aprendiendo a vivir en el presente
Una caja fuerte llena de ausencias,
y pérdidas
Un perpetuo baile
en trance hacia la nada
Eres las gotas nimias de tus poemas
y tu amor inconmensurable,
también nimio,
más frágil y efímero que el rocío,
más tenue y vulnerable
que el fueguito artificial de tu vida
Eres una canción, quizás
ya casi sin aire,
a pesar del ritmo seductor,
a pesar de su melodía
Eres las palabras y los anhelos de tus muertos
Tus amores, desamores, saludos y despedidas
Todas las almas que fueron tu refugio
y todos los rechazos que forzaron tu huida

Eres parte del comienzo
de todas tus familias
y te entregas a tu suerte
como el árbol a su semilla.

El Matallana

I am dancing without you my dear


Picking up the crumbs

at the table of love

I celebrate my sadness

with Bacchus and his minions

Drunk of momentary bliss

I dance between bodies and smiles

searching lost in the party

the oblivion of your oblivion

Life is only a present

full of music and noise

of people you don’t know

of dreams that aren’t really mine

I am dancing without you my dear

drowning your absence in wine.

El Matallana

Voy bailando sin ti querida


Recogiendo las migajas

de la mesa del amor

celebro mi tristeza

con Baco y sus secuaces

Ebrio de dicha momentánea

danzo entre cuerpos y sonrisas

buscando perdido en la fiesta

el olvido de tu olvido

La vida es ya sólo un presente

lleno de música y de ruido

de personas que no conoces

de sueños ya poco míos

Voy bailando sin ti querida

ahogando tu ausencia en vino.

El Matallana

To K


«Once I had a dream
I was falling from the sky»

There are many things inside me
like words of a more intimate language
like moves in the inner dances of our soul

voices calling you from a closer distance
like lava trying to disturb the ocean
like water flowing patiently through rock

dreams of a deeper understanding
like music in the air of our memories
like whispers getting louder than the storm

your smile wrapped in the happiness of sadness
like a lighthouse warning our hidden longings
like a promise to a sufferer of love.

El Matallana

Have A Good Time

«Yesterday, it was my birthday.
I hung one more year on the line.
I should be depressed.
My life’s a mess.
But I’m having a good time.

I’ve been loving and loving and loving.
I’m exhausted from loving so well,
I should go to bed.
But a voice in my head says:
“Ah, what the hell”.»

Paul Simon, Have A Good Time, album Still crazy after all these years, released on October 25, 1975.

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«Yes I feel the same way, we connected deeply and that is very meaningful for me in this world so full of superficiality. Looking forward to more experiences together that the future will bring!

Glad to hear you are enjoying Malta, I think you will find that you are just at the beginning of something greater than you had imagined, just continue to be honest, healthy, and put one foot in front of the other and you will surprise yourself later with what you have accomplished.

I liked both poems that you sent, both very honest well spoken and relatable.

Berlin is going along just fine. Same mandala of craziness and peace spinning in my brain. The summer has been beautiful, I’ve really let go of a lot of negative energies and am happy to be seeing some evidence of progress with myself in my goals of becoming a better human being. Releasing an EP of electronic music in late October which will be a load off my mind to be finished with, and hoping to have a very creatively productive fall and winter.

Thank you for the invitation! Let’s see how im feeling come the dark cold months here in Berlin and maybe you might be able to convince me to come for a little while to visit after all ahaha, until then lots of love from Berlin!»

Alex – 29.09.2016

I’ll Slip Away – Sixto Rodriguez

And I’ll forget about the girl that said no
Then I’ll tell who I want where to go
And I’ll forget about your lies and deceit
And your attempts to be so discreet

Maybe today, yeah
I’ll slip away

And you can keep your symbols of success
Then I’ll pursue my own happiness
And you can keep your clocks and routines
Then I’ll go mend all my shattered dreams

Maybe today, yeah
I’ll slip away

‘Cause you’ve been down on me for too long
And for too long I just put you on
Now I’m tired of lying and I’m sick of trying
Cause I’m losing who I really am
And I’m not choosing to be like them

And if you get bored and you got loneliness
Or it’s dislike for me you express
I won’t care if you’re right or you’re wrong
I won’t care cause you see I’ll be gone

Maybe today, yeah
I’ll slip away

Maybe today, yeah
Maybe today, yeah
Maybe today, yeah girl
I’ll slip away

Sixto Rodriguez (1942)- I’ll slip away (1967)

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La parabellum del buen psicópata

La noche tira un salto mortal,

pura tontera del «punto g»

y el joven lobo

quemándose de amor


Está en la cima del volcán,

nunca pudo ser muy fiel,

tímidamente moja el suave estar


Y atrapa migajas

de rock maravilla para este mundo

y  traga esas migas indescriptibles…

trucos de placer


Un tecno-duque trabajó

nuevos gemidos para el show,

su industria de la diversión quebró


Un gran remedio para un gran mal,

amores como flechas van

cruzando el sueño

y te acribillarán


Y atrapa migajas

de rock maravilla para este mundo

y  traga esas migas indescriptibles…

trucos de placer



La parabellum del buen psicópata – ¡Bang! ¡Bang! Estás liquidado (1989) por Patricio Rey y sus Redonditos de Ricota (1976 – 2001)


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