Cinco poemas en inglés

I.
you me
the crying children
and the bleeding bull
(this is how I dream of knives).



II.

the thing with loneliness is that it makes you happy.

why do we have to love some  body
and not just every  body?

the thing with memory is that it makes you happy.

why does the moon always go BOOM?
the thing with BOOMS is that they always make you sad.

there's no thing with sad.



III.

Being alone

and being left

alone

is like the ocean

at midnight.

A violent game

of commin' and goin'

cruelty.



IV. Blake's experience, lesson 2

I am in debt

with the sick roses,

and with every little worm

beneath their petals.

How else could I bear

this life of lives

without getting used

to the smell

of damaged flowers?



V.

I feel life rising from our wispers.
Gentle lies between us,
innocent as the clearest light of dreams.
We did not choose to speak
in love and hate.
Our hearts will shread the sky
when our sly tounges turn into snakes.