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

In my heart



I don’t know what I have

in my heart

I have sand

that slides


and stirs


in the light that surprises it


in the obscure loneliness

that moves me


I don’t know what there is

in my heart

there is a river

made of words and images like the memory

a channel of sorrows without harbor

a shoal of fishes

that are not swimming


I don’t know what lives

in my heart

lives a corpse

that recites poems

and deceives himself

a cheerful and haughty cadaver

that lost his way to nothingness


El Matallana