Trece

28.08.2021


Eventualmente

agradecerás a la diosa fortuna

por tener la buena suerte

de la mala suerte,

y en el sangrante aprendizaje de las espinas

verás las ganancias de la pérdida


Aquel amor tan intenso

será sólo un encuentro nostálgico

de dos extraños amigables

que reinventan sus recuerdos

entre bebidas de invierno


El amor y el dolor de aquellos días

serán una historia casi agradable

que se cuenta antes de la cena

aún si llorando un poco por dentro


una anécdota poco creíble

un relato ya poco cierto

será como esos cuentos de niño

que narras con desconcierto

por las fantásticas verdades

que sonrojan a tu recuerdo


Dirás que todo pasa por algo

que el destino siempre es incierto

y jugarás resignado a la vida

sin el amor que ya ha muerto.


El Matallana

Doce

18.08.21


Nos aferramos

a nosotros mismos

y a lo que nos rodea

pero todo cambia a su tiempo


y aún cuando ya brotan

los sutiles colores del otoño

vemos en los vestigios del verano

la promesa de una primavera


Buscamos algo que no existe:

sorpresa en lo permanente

libertad segura

un otro que nunca nuestro

pretenda quedarse por siempre

alguien que nos complete

pero que no nos consuma

un vibrante amor que no muera

y un invierno que nunca llegue.



El Matallana

Description XI

“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

What we could

27.02.2015

 

Our moment could have been indestructible

we could have had the strength of the laughter and the memories

the travels in our eyes

the breath of the varying air in our mouths

the voice of the first encounter in our kisses

 

The sea could have accompanied our spume

mute ashamed

doubtful of its impetus

 

The Andes of this far country could have been our nostalgia

when we old during the white winter

burned in the flame of time

 

Our children could have had a face

your beautiful eyes like the sky

or mine obscure

like this sadness

 

We did what we could:

now nothing is possible

 

El Matallana