prediction, future love.

Prediction.

and what am i going to do
with all this love ?

put it in my highschool locker
and recreate all the exams i failed
like a lonely musician
who nobody listens, but everyone loves

hide it under my shirt,
let it sweat the passion of nothingless

my eyes will grow tired,
they'll see less, appretiate more
like that man that one day
took her away from me,
a constant subterfuge for my gray tears

watch me die, watch me a thousand times
i am harmless to you,
like a wind that conforts your sleep
this love will never go where he wanted to
constantly withdrawing,
constantly climbing

Ivan.

something like a requiem

something like a requiem


from the bottom line,
like a bird who has been shot
i will look at the sky
the moment of my death.

the audience, contrary to believe
won't cry, won't smile

i will be wondering
with the last sparks in my head
was it God the one who killed me?

and if i happen to see
through the corner of my eye
that the wind hides from me
i will know.. that i have won.

Ivan.

te para tres again

I told her, believe, trust.
love your body as a shrine

she cried that morning
and spend the whole day fixin the garden.

as if in flowers she will find freedom
i went to find it in an old worn book

that night we fucked like animals
it was,
a beautiful day.

Ivan

Morning

this morning
Unnatended beauty
made me feel unease
love is a tragedy
love is a never ending song

Ivan.

tired

God I am so tired
I need a bless, an oasis
some wind inside my veins
some subtle warmth,
a way out, will I ever find a way out.

Ivan.

high tide

high tide
been touching my knees
wrinkled and hurted
i can't remember the scars stories
i can't remember the pain

makes me wonder if i finally grew old

negacion de un suspiro

negacion de un suspiro

como una rafaga, como un asesinato
como queriendo volver a nacer
descubrio, la imagen de su cuerpo
un celo insoportable en mi vientre
y mis huesos crujieron, avivados
como diciendo: no te perdonamos

una gota de sudor que nunca sera derramada
sera el carbon hirviente, cosmico
que guiara el deseo de mi revancha

y sentira ella en su cuspide babilonica
el dolor insoportable del desamor.


Ivan

Domingo

Es solo un hecho,
nadie dice nada,
sin escandalo
sin contratiempos

cuando era joven solia creer en la libertad
pero creer no sirve de nada.