Cavalcade

Night time is a promise
not an illusion nor vision
but a promise that handle the shades from the day
and put them back together painless not remembering the next day light time
on her boxy womb,

Like a nap on the house
of waist land
full of wonder and bruises
paved roads some says
street ways some believes in,
either way
either way
either way,
the night sheets
will cover smoothly
the undone and the proud
the raw and the creeped
to let them fly free
over the day's dusty sheets
through the morning will
calm and sharp
clean and sure
Like a magnificent dawn will perform her cavalcade away flashing back to us on the distance waiting for that one soul who see her running to always come back in time
on time
in time
on time
who knows?
She may be back.
by The Shortfellow
23/04/13

The Constant & The City

Sometimes is the smell of...
Sometimes is the writing on...
The skeletons at the street cycling infinite
way to survive I guess ?
sometimes is the music
and the shadows that plays it from the corner of the room all the way from heaven and hell I guess ?
sometimes is the trying simply simple like a coin you know ?
sometimes is the movements of a mere distraction what shakes you like if you are just coming or leaving they don't care they do their thing and pass on into the next and you just there watching
The City some say
and I believe I guess ?
Sometimes is the tenuous light
resting over somebody's shoulder winging at you calling you
and striping you with this genuine impetuous talent
you just cannot resist
I guess?
The, and that melody keeps just rolling and I guess the swing of my body got to put the bones together for the constant keeper
just to say.
Not guessing here.
by The Shortfellow
24/04/13

Three Trees

Three trees
cloudy sky
calm waters
afternoon sun
the good lunch
the grass and the light
such a beautiful day.
by The Shortfellow
24/04/13

The Concept

I am lining here
lay on the edge of a building built by the prince from somewhere else
at the edge between the grace of civilization and the greed of human kind
some sort of wind come and try to pick me up while
I witness the sun lighting my soil
but the wind was so playful that I got ticklish and so I sneeze and flowers from skin jump into the land and cover the landscape with amazing colors ever found on earth
then something crash into my eyes
and the concept of fear populate the mind
the flowers never found
my eyes where blind by fear
and the sudden lesson
the night came near me
and caress my body with aromas and sea water
and told me how everything can be recover following her to the other side of the planet
and so here we are looking into the place ones
we both dream
She was waiting for somebody to follow
and the follower arrived
I am smiling
by The Shortfellow
20/04/13

Querer

La misteriosa vibracion de tu voz
la misma que ya conozco
no la quiero
me estremece
vete.
by The Shortfellow
16/04/13

Noche y tren

La pareja
El hombre solo
el que se duerme
yo escuchando la canción europea
el tren andando a media noche
si
despues de las horas de la contemplación
viene Nueva York
con las ganas de follar
de ser
de exterminar con la era de la exterminacion
las caras
las ropas
y las sonrisas conversas que no dejan de enumerar los tragos de felicidad que cedieron al delirio hoy
esta cayendo la noche
aun soy yo
y esa es la misma celebración
la misma que protege el estado de libertad
que fue declarado aun
aun antes de que
tu y yo
supiéramos
que estábamos bajo su
claro oscura protección.
by The Shortfellow
08/04/13