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

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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

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