Short Poems 1

All the best
They all wish me “all the best”.
They never know that “all the best” is no more than a bitter gasp
Lying dead on the rock I carry in my heart.

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A dreaming sparrow
A sparrow is dreaming at the windowsill.
A breast swollen with the songs of life
Eyes two heaps of massacred stars.

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Departure
Like a frightened shadow,
You departed.
Leaving behind a broken hour of sensuality
And a scorpion wedged between the ribs.

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Dead words
Speak no more of love
The words die on your lips
Dream no more of death
The funeral procession has already dispersed
The frenzied dust froze at the wings of time and never came down.


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The moment
The moment I always waited for trembled
Like a lemon’s blossom caught in a gust
Alone
Like a sick jasmine tormented by the moonlight.
There was a hug
The heart bemoaned
A kiss
The lips cracked
The hand
A shadow suffocating against a wall
The moment was nothing but a spurt of pain.

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Tired
I am tired
I am tired of being tired
Death: Are not you tired like me?
I forgot that you never get tired
It is only me who is destined to tiredness
Tired of dying a thousand deaths in a bed that is not mine
And a time that is not mine.