The Dance

There
right at that moment
when your shoulders hurt and your foot are wide open
the breathing is hard and short
when the sweat is over your entire being your eyes look beyond the walls of a mere building and after what you think is the last jump
there
your body and only your body
find your soul flouting over the ocean of Happiness-
Right there is just the beginning of the real journey of a dancing angel
ah ah !
Don't look back push even harder and follow the guide of life to really enjoy that thing that a few can understand...
The Dance
by The Shortfellow
14/02/13
"to the future warriors of Terpsichore"

My eyes

My eyes are slowly practicing
the sleeping action of the heart
structures of desire
projected on the screen
horizon like the sunset
they are nights
no sun nor moon
but night pure and full of calm
rested thirst traveling through the planet veins
time windows
beautiful fossils of my name
printed in round colors
ever touch and printed gods
attentive to the next step
peaceful choices of the future
silent warriors from the past.
by The Shortfellow
12/02/13

Ode to the Sunrise ( o la cola multicolor de la serpiente emplumada regresando )

Last night I almost went away
to eat fire inside the usual room inhabited by the soul
and the amazing sunrise of the morning
I was ready to fly away like most of us these days
perturbed by my daymares
on this poisoned sea of reality
by the ship's skeletons returning from an invasion on a dreamed land so far away that just a few remember its name
the skeletons got legs they are no longer angels of the sea but dogs evil pets of Nostradamus
death walking creatures because the oceans vanished as a punishments after they crossed to kill the unknown
and so then and so now my legs were shaking madly after this visions in such a similar speed the wild horses took when hunted by their masters right at the beginning of millennia
my thoughts were screaming
Help
Help
Help !
like the victims already dead on the cover of the cheap news papers of New York City
trapped in a hell of claims and disclaims by
the big monsters with thousand eyes
my sacred city watching
as if I was a ghost
I could not finishing my own sentences
I could not tell my appearance or my structure
Oh my delirium my city's masturbation !
eyaculating gay blood fuel with loneliness
always related on political pornography and the past guilt
fast like the trains and the sad portrait of an ignorant politician on prime time running the house hold small telescope of "America"
every day my veins
Oh my veins !
hidden inside my skin pronouncing no words but noise
scare like me,
who else
who else
who else?
this populated empty world
on its mute mode and done try to walk like the returned unknowns on prescribed cocktails of generic multicolor pills like the dream and the smoke that put them to sleep forever
is there time to hold tide into my heart this very and last weapon ?
my pride
my pride
my pride !
In the distance the resonance
of a two hundred years revolution
explosions of desperation coming out from the nose of a woman older than us
holding a used pot that got silver letters announcing her terrible name
where should I go to hide?
hold tide like a baby I whisper to myself
You don't know nothing about warfare transmitted diseases

Last night I almost went again
to kill my precious need of freedom
the one that is already hurt by its own name
and I cried like some many of my friends
in a fake cave full of love
under the fake weather
eating fake food in my fake house
I tried really hard to send my roped conscious into my wounded victory to save my fake body and
I failed
I failed
I failed !
falling then I saw the quiet life of my neighbors that were still on pictures saturated of redounded and silly memories shit by their grand parents
floor by floor
in stiffed repetitions
I saw the streets in a quite fire of petulance
skinny man and woman faceless smiling mentally to a future faceless as well
block by block
deconstructed versions of me
I saw the ground showing the underground a thousand times
in a state of shame and sadness
like the families on dinner watching a white bicycle stilling their entire hope from the planet in slow motion full of grace and chemical blood
A new beast
as a symbol of a millenary religion
I saw my faith
giving up on me
Helpless
Helpless
Helpless !
Then I wake up.
02/02/13