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viernes, junio 20, 2008
12:10


BEHIND THE MIRROW
and
a micropoem
(for Scott)



I HIDE BEHIND THE MIRROR.
YOU HOLD MY HAND AND I BLUSH JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE THERE,
BY MY SIDE,
AND I FEEL ITS NOT JUST.
AND I LIE TO MYSELF AND I LIE TO YOU.
NOW HERE.
BY YOUR SIDE.
ATTEMPTING AT ESCAPING FROM MYSELF, NOT THINKING.
LIKE THE EXPERIENCED DRIVER WHO LOCKS HIS SIGHT IN THE DISTANCE, WHERE THE ROAD LOSES ITSELF, AND HE MOVES ON WITH NOT A WORRY IN THE WORLD OTHER THAN THE TUNE HE HUMS.
LAST NIGHT I SLEPT 7 HOURS STRAIGHT. 17 TO GO TO BE AWAKE.
I KNOW THE TRUTH IS NOT BEHIND THE MIRROR BUT IF I LOOK AT MYSELF,
I
WANT TO BREAK DOWN AND CRY.

MY FAVORITE AJO´S MICROPOEM .
I get nervous with ease because i´m transparent.
with so much attention,
i lose track, and so suddenly,
and without intention i begin to wish forGood Old Lady Luck,
to never look for you
,and wanting to find you always.

DETRÁS DEL ESPEJO
y un micropoema.

Me escondo detrás del espejo.
Me das la mano y me pongo rojo simplemente porque estás ahí, a mi lado,
y siento que no es justo.
Y me miento y te miento.
Ahora aquí.
A tu lado.
Intentando escapar de mi mismo y de no pensar.
Como un conductor experimentado que fija su mirada a lo lejos, donde se pierde la carretera, y va avanzando sin impotarle nada más que la canción que tararea.
Ayer dormí siete horas seguidas. Me quedan diecisiete para estar despierto.
Sé que la verdad no está detrás del espejo, pero si me miro me entran ganas de llorar.



MI MICROPOEMA FAVORITO DE AJO.

Me pongo nervioso tranquilamente porque soy transparente.
Con tanta atención me distraigo,
y tan de repente,
que sin moverme me desplazo.
Y sin querer voy deseando la raquítica suerte,
de no buscarte ya nunca,
y de querer encontrarte siempre.