The youth

When I see you
Definitely
There is a depth in your eyes
The same than then
Then when we
And your hands
Beautiful
Tools of desire
Square thoughts after sex
The contours of your chest
And the smile awaking God !
The forest of your mouth making way to the stars when you kiss me
And his wind a blast of temperature through my skin
Long days and short nights
We always want more night time
To make our promises last
And over your skin the memories we dream of
My memories
The length of your laughing
Always colorful like my clothes
So many objects always in your mind
So many subjects to talk that we never finish
How are you tonite my dear friend ?
The Shortfellow
To the Blue Moon
31/08/12

The showers

After ten
These man arrived
Drop their bags by the benches
Take their keys out and open their lockers
Take their shirt off
Their shoes
Their socks
Their jeans
Their pants
Their sport shorts
Their underwear
They are naked,
They walk carefully over the wet floor
Towards the showers,
Their skin is clear
Their limbs sensual and soft...
Here they come the other men
Taller
More muscular
And little more animated
Always
Their legs strong
Their voices and they walk heavily
When they walk something sexual about it,
Some other men
Smaller with an almost overwhelming silence
That takes some times over the locker room for a few minutes
They move
They dont talk
They shower fast and never smile
Their bodies are hard and is something about their butt chicks,
The sounds of the water running through many drains
The steam from hot liquid
And their soap bodies mix of foam and hands
Their breathing
Their hair always in deep colors
Their beautiful waist
Their shoulders
And their looks against of each other
Talking with their mind
About the never ending story of the beast in summer time.
The Shortfellow
30/08/12

Thought #1

Not even the grace of an earth man can vanish again the grace of heaven just because the mare fact that we went created to shine in the lonely fields under the sun. Amazingly we are capable of partnership as the wind is capable of lifting a leaf, when the time is set the leaf will come down and the wind will yield to prevent a displacement so every leaf will be filling the land in an ideal structure so the children will play with them as desire over the wide landscapes of the planet's confines where, there most exist the womb of wind and the house of seeds.
"just thinking about life"
The Shortfellow
30/08/12

El deseo

Quisiera desearte siempre
Nunca tenerte,
No saber del amor
El crudo y verdadero
Que de el emana mi pena
Dolor,
Al pronunciar tu nombre
Que fueras una pesadilla con fin
Donde no se escuchara ni la risa
Ni el llanto
Silencio,
Que la prudencia no tuviera que venir del tiempo
Dependencia pura
Enferma,
Inversion de suenhio
Triunfo indiscutible del malentendido
Alteracion de sexo y silencio de nuevo
Que se borren todas las letras de tu nombre
Inutil,
Mi deseo torcido
Los siglos
Que en ese fin
El vacio se llevara todo
La distancia,
Como un retazo de historia se quebrara enfrente de nosotros
Y tu imagen
Y la mia
Y las vanalidades de la vida se fueran para siempre,
...pero tomadas de la mano.
The Shortfellow
28/08/12

The light

Then I see a line
Then a turn
Then a person
The door
Silence
I am wondering again
How precious
Me and you
Who don't
Same time
Same sense
And the circle
Then some figure
Space
The texture
Words
And a little ballad to celebrate
The time apart
Nosotros
No translation to it
Unique ensemble
Perhaps the laughing
Then the dark side of the night
Well ?
Dark supposed to be dark
And day lighted
The only light always yours
Mine
Theirs
Ours
His and hers
Nosotros
Movement and shine
Then flow
Then light
And a line
Here we go again.
By The Shortfellow
08/07/12

Rally

There is the blue floor
The video game
The pool
The multicolor ice machine
And the timeless bartender
My sport shoes stomping to the rhythm of
The memories of a place and a time
So like no others
Still shade on the right corners of this very place
The doors of the restrooms
My heavier shoulders
My smile so
Minutes and phrases
My face still looking towards the moon
My feet.
by The Shortfellow
17/07/12

The match ( such an adventure to find you )

I was so wet
There were not rain to find
My thoughts loose like the flowers after spring
The simple idea of the impossible
Strangely I was in a forest so pretty,
so a Forest
anyway my statue was so little but seems to be the perfect one for such a landscape
Behind us,the landscape and I
Waves did not match how bravely beautiful we are
They were just for their appearance to violent
I was not scare
For some good logic
I match their ferocity
So I call the name of who was watching me there across the never ending life and
For my own joy
I received an ovation that cheer me up all my trip to planet earth
Then I find you
And obviously Me (the one in this very dream)
Match you "very well".
by The Shortfellow
08/08/12
New York City

The reiteration

There are moments when
I remember did had nice lovers
The potential husbands every gay young man will like to have
like some friends used to call them,
"a catch"
While the sun set
I miss them
I know they felt the same
Not sure
They understood my way
Still I am sorry
Did not way that way
But i remember them at the moments life show me the possibilities
All options for me
All fit choices for me
But above all of them and perhaps not even an option for many
I thank them my lovers for open the cage
The press
The library
The cortine
The traffic
The fish tank
The frame
The fridge
The house
The glory
My heart.
by The Shortfellow
Brooklyn, New York
07/08/12

Ellos

Lo que veo
Es un lugar tan claro y noble
Como la conciencia de un niño
Tan amplio y severo como el sexo de un homosexual adulto
Y tan grande y hermoso
Como el amor de mis abuelos
Singular y en movimiento como la sonrisa de in adolescente
Genuino
Y lleno se esmero
Casto como la soberbia inesperada de un sobreviviente indigena
Lleno de conocimiento como un politico traidor de su pueblo y a cargo de una nacion

Un lugar vacio y generoso
Joven
Cortes y sincero
Agradable y fresco como los lugares que estan muriendo
Por el descuido de
Los amos del universo
Aquellos que antes no eran
by The Shortfellow
07/08/12
Brooklyn NY

Evaporada

...no se, es el primer color
Sobre todos los planos
Me restaura y se cubre de viento
Es total
Como la gloria apagada en los animos sofocados de una fiesta terminada
Al mismo tiempo se forman
Las nubes de tormenta
Como avisando
Como avisandome algo
Ese algo que hace tiempo no entiendo
Que se cubre de vanalidad
Sobre mi disfraz tenaz de ser
Que soy?
Aun sobre esta estela de luz hay cosas que no se ven
Hay las cosas que reconozco pero
No las que se y eso
Eso me separa del mundo
Por que no les puedo hablar
Y al hablarles de mi
Estas palabras y los gestos que les acompanhian no existen
Son mios
Y entonces el espejo celestial en que me reafirma el universo se empanhia
Y el vapor de mi corazon se esfuma
En forma de cielo, y ahi ,
en algun lugar de la tormenta escucho los relampagos como los llamados de mi abuela cuando se desesperaba por que la sopa se enfriaba sobre la mesa mientras yo cantaba mi futuro
El mismo
Que, siempre fue mi presente
Que soy ?
by The Shortfellow
Poesia improvisada sobre el metro de la ciudad de Nueva York
05/08/12

Mientras yo me iba
Habia una temperatura
Bastante reconocible y triste
Humeda
como si yo hubiese sido la brisa
Que se evapora despues del medio dia,
Ya cuando el esmero se agoto
Mire hacia atras como presintiendo
Se
Detras de mi una camioneta blanca
Dos cuadras despues una patrulla
Que vi anoche
Tambien como mirando
Un hombre blanco
Me mira como con gesto de vestida
Y asi me regreso a la realidad mia
La del homo
La de el aun vulnerable ser que pretende
Y que prefiere divertir en todas las formas del entretenimiento
A las mujeres
Y a los hombres del progreso
Donde hay un monstruo hay un angel dijo Joseph
Claro a los mios los descubrieron en los ochentas 20 anhios deapues del despertar humano.
The Shortfellow
08/05/12