The Romantic era is not over!

you make me nervous
in fringe.
you give me fevers
that do not heal!
I drink water looking for you,
I run rivers,
I swallow lakes,
soaked in your absence.
there are no truths
at all…
There are still moments
in time,
where sweets are enough
lies
and huge cakes.
(with sugary toppings).

And kisses that don't
shake
or feel chills.
Then chicken soup
I don't want to eat.
You say:
- "Eat, it's good for you!"
a spoon to the mouth
and spit.
And you: - "Eat it's good for you!"
Chewing, chewing...
Can not swallow.
It's all powder and gelatin.
I can not eat,
even if it makes me feel good!

And you don't say anything
in your defense
smiles only
With that mouth of yours
Full of teeth;
crowns, jackets…
the enamel to be eroded
slowly
for a nicotine tartar!
And you just smile.
The cat doesn't even notice you
Presence, absorbed
In licking the fur.
the nails dug
In the flesh, to tear
Curtains, making me
A pile of rags.

I gathered the remains
and moved country.
I walked against the sun
for endless nights.
Run away from your silences
and you smile
condescending,
in the still of dawn.
My days swept away
on the ground of leaves,
stroked your hair,
to dream, to dream
and dreaming
with your liver in onion sauce.

The eyes didn't see
what time left
to count
to the ears
about the latest news
from the streets
from a suburban neighborhood…
only heard in the distance
the whisper of the blessed,
the voice of crazy people;
(insane in the heights).

the stained glass windows,
in vibration,
to break
in a thousand visions
kaleidoscopic
and the saints
returning to dust...
(pictures covered in dust)
the burned saints
in vain bonfires.
the spiked saints
on the stone (riddled with arrows…)
and God smiles on high. (hosanna)

like a predator
from ambush.
God fell asleep in his cave.
God is just one
of wild animals
that inhabit your longing.
So, all this
finding of non-existence,
take me out
completely
the desire to eat.

The fever no longer warms
but it's there
on the legs and temples.
like a kiss
that you don't forget!

Ten minutes later
your smile
went into sleep mode.
Your lips
to change color
to transmute
on bat wings.
Your lips
conjured (sorcery)
pouring the crying milk.
the change of tones
of exposed skin
it is irrefutable proof
(black magic)
the effect of gamma rays
on the daisies of the field.

You eat all the soup,
and the sound of your digestion
creeps me out,
gives me cravings.
Makes me blue...
(like bathroom walls)
and distracted
like a boy
that devours the television
and swallows superheroes.


PAR