the silence on your part really sucks. just thought you should know.

en la incoherencia de los sueños…
uno: -déjeme ser su amigo. a fin de cuentas compartimos la misma desgracia.
el otro: -no amigo, lo prefiero de enemigo.

what if.. what if?

what if finding the love of your life, meant changing the life that you loved?

Love anything and your heart will be wrung 

and possibly broken. if you want to make sure 

of keeping it intact you must give it to no one,

not even an animal. wrap ir carefully round 

with hobbies and little luxuries;

avoid all entanglements.

lock it up safe in the casket 

or coffin of your selfishness.

but in that casket, safe, dark, 

motionless, airless, it will change.

it will not be broken; it will become unbreakable,

impenetrable, irredeemable.

to love is to be vulnerable.

-- C. S. Lewis.

.

All men delight you
If you ever read this
think of the man writing it
he hated the world on your behalf.

The Flowers that I Left in the Ground
The flowers that I left in the ground,
that I did not gather for you,
today I bring them all back,
to let them grow forever,
not in poems or marble,
but where they fell and rotted.
And the ships in their great stalls,
huge and transitory as heroes,
ships I could not captain,
today I bring them back
to let them sail forever,
not in model or ballad,
but where they were wrecked and scuttled.
And the child on whose shoulders I stand,
whose longing I purged
with public, kingly discipline,
today I bring him back
to languish forever,
not in confession or biography,
but where he flourished,
growing sly and hairy.

It is not malice that draws me away,
draws me to renunciation, betrayal:
it is weariness, I go for weariness of thee.
Gold, ivory, flesh, God, blood, moon --
I have become the expert of the catalogue.
My body once so familiar with glory,
my body has become a museum:
this part remembered because of someone's mouth,
this because of a hand,
this of wetness, this of heat.

Who owns anything he has not made?
With your beauty I am as uninvolved
as with horses' manes and waterfalls.
This is my last catalogue.
I breathe the breathless
--

and let you move forever.