Las seis partes

que sobresalen

de mi tronco

gritan: deseo

Hay una boca

no hecha para saciarse

sino como una invitación al abismo

una grieta en la roca sedienta

como un grito en el vacío

que se alimenta del silencio

Me parezco a las deidades más terribles

abraso todo lo que abrazo

con mi lengua de fuego

muerdo ebrio de ahora

la cervical de la muerte

y chupo los pezones

ya secos del olvido

Todo lo que existe

me pertenece

Todo lo que amo

se vuelve saliva en mis fauces


que no descanso


que no es suficiente…

En la avidez de una sola de mis manos

se marchita humilde

el universo creciente.

El Matallana

Calm and delight



Feel the wind again

and the sun shining from the stone

Wild flowers dance like a pendulum

The space is wide and open

Freedom and life are nothing but few instants


We are far away from what we seem to be

yet closer to ourselves

and together

sharing silence

silent dreams

a smile invisible on our faces

dancing unpretentiously in our hearts

like these daisies

forget me nots

and poppies

swaying in our joyful distraction


puppies move their tails

you twirl your hair round your finger

my nose rests on your temples

and something warm swirls up inside

like dust swirls in the air, light,

perhaps this is the happiness they strive for

or maybe something else, pure, delight,

for us and for now

nameless and ephemeral

lonely and calm


El Matallana



So you care about something, ah?
I just don’t care
Truth is nothing but a version of power
Our history has been raped
and cautiously re-written
with their dubious central symbols

You are just an eco
a sad reflection
of those ideas never own
so desperate to repeat yourself
so eager to be someone
for someone
who is no one

Your tears don’t move me anymore
Your version of love is full of hate
Beauty for you is now a way
to poorly disguise your ugliness…

I see you from my noisy silence
observing how you observe
so lost in your time of violence
so drowned in your given name

El Matallana