Tuesday, October 22, 2013


it's gone so go

Saturday, October 5, 2013


[28 sep + 3 oct]

well thank you
for tearing it
for opening the curtains, I guess
even though it made you fall apart
black
(-ness)
in my room

--

here's an idea:
I'm tired of knowing everything

here's an idea, I'm afraid that I may have chosen you
because I knew

here's an idea:
what do I gain with understanding
well I hope it makes us better

--

and nature
nature has unveiled its many veils
once again

why do we lose balance
as much as we try to deny it
as much as we also believe
in the opposite

we can't make it simple

--

here's an idea, I'm just tired of
how it is never simple
--

but nature
is imposing herself right now,
it is gleaming

fluorescent colors that almost laugh

and you- dark
and me- a different shade

from a corner
something asked me why
something I'd written on the walls, subtly though
what is it you feel
and why

the things I say (that) don't matter as defining lines
were now density in the air
subtle thread, around

it's the combination
of the empty spaces,
the spaces contained between the threads
the limits
oh the limits, again

oh how we are divided
in pieces
oh how you fell apart
and I am still alone

--

here's an idea: I am still
alone in this
--

well the thing is
I lied to myself and I bought my own lie

and you, without a clue, you think I always tell the truth

I'm not what you picture(d),
every layer shows

and do I see yours

well aren't we artists all,
how much of it is my choice

(I hoped you'd distract me
from the static, the soft noise
which, anyway
is my home)

well I'll design you again
far
but maybe joined to a part of me
by a thread.

maybe the spaces will continue to change.


Saturday, September 21, 2013



lunes, 9 de septiembre de 2013




Sunday, July 14, 2013


[29 06 2013]

ya no hay castillos
y ahora pienso en la gente que los ve y no los ve
y en los que pienso que los verán pero no
ni se acuerdan

pero yo sí tengo castillos y vivo en ellos y duermo en ellos
en rincones y en salones reales
en habitaciones pequeñas y en otras grandes
con chimeneas y mantas

no te quiero, invierno

veo todo desde mis ventanas
todo
pero volar
eso sí sería terrible

la estrellas florecen desde la tierra
y al revés

Sunday, June 30, 2013


hay una verdad
algo
de lo que estoy segura

pero no puedo vivir en eso

no entiendo

Saturday, June 8, 2013


sos todo lo que quiero, pero bueno, no se puede tener todo lo que uno quiere, no?

Wednesday, June 5, 2013


but what is the problem?
the problem's not it,
but not doing anything with it,
not drawing anything from it, not shaping it into something

it just stays there and lurks
and says, goodbye, goodbye
leave yourself




I'm erasing every story I ever wrote
I'm erasing myself because I think I don't exist

Thursday, April 18, 2013


[07/04/2013]

So young, so different
Circumstantial maybe
I want you again
More

Sunday, March 3, 2013


quiero saber todo de vos
si al menos lloviera
pero no, no.

Saturday, February 23, 2013


why is it so hard for my subconscious- or whatever
to understand that i'm fine
i'm fine

Saturday, February 9, 2013


she swallowed the stars
she felt them explode inside her

she was all night,
she had a secret she'd never tell

but you know from the million pieces
of many things destroyed
something new can form
something new and uncontrolled

she had the stars inside her,
but she turned against her own
heart

and when the tide came once and twice and thrice
she thought it would wash away what she could no longer hide
but it was gone, and gone, and gone
and still she was there and she didn't see the stars

and then she started to ask why
she built a desert around her and she said she wouldn't cry
and she did not
but still in the dry ground something was starting to grow

she was about to find out
how many pieces she had
she'd be reminded
that they were there from the start

and then came the stars
they filled her lungs and wrists
so she turned against her own
heart

the questions she had buried
were starting to come back
why am i a cage
or why do i want to fly

and when the stars shine bright she asks who they're fighting for
but the answers are only echoes
me, me, you, you,
right, right, wrong, wrong

and the sounds hit walls she didn't build
and the sand is colder than it seems
but it's not

and the tide comes and the tide goes
and the stars change the light in the waves
every second a different shade

so she tried ignoring her own
heart,
but the tide kept coming back
so she tried to listen but only more questions came out
from every corner, every spot

so she thought,
am i all of this that
echoes
she said maybe everything
has to end how it began

she was all night, she had
some secrets she'd never tell
and though she was shaking she said
let them come.

Monday, January 21, 2013


qué poco sentido tiene esto

quiero decir, siempre lo supe
pero
ahora
qué poco sentido,
no puedo ignorarlo.