Poetry is not texting

I found my place
sometimes away
sometimes just so far
peculiar place
and peculiar time
but mine
and around it
so many laughter
so many sadness too
many instruments will tune is sound
but no so many will tune its core
perhaps I am being insecure
perhaps I am just being this guy
and perhaps this guy is just being a lonely texter.
by The Shortfellow
29/06/13

Out there

Time continuation most be
a singular line straight to the heart of color
silence and strategic
measure in a way that nobody can reach the end of its existence
so night and day can be there when the
rebellious uncommitted souls to represent want to be by them selves,
and find the mistery of the universe in their own way and sense,
Warm weather
Corners
Doors,

Around this line
should be not a single recognizable being
but the idea of it
its elements
and lots of space for the sake of creativity,
so if the curious come they can do as they advance minds give them the chance to accomplished things when they cannot stop being curious,
Tools
Materia


In some necessary stops of this line
it most be a place within the space
where thoughts of good man
can be wrote and keep in the generous mind of the cosmos
so when
adventurous souls choose to have a rest
they know they are not tired and that stop not necessary means to stop but to held oneself and breath look and perceived
look even further than before and keep going in their adventurous journey.
by The Shortfellow
25/06/13

Realization for years

The aunts walk so unfamiliar to me that I knew they were aunts
The Shortfellow
19/06/13

Bruno's Pl

Same place
repetition and music
after night finish the work
a little bit injure but okay
who is not I say
walking the night enjoying the bar
warm wheather
need of a drink loose the mind
getting horny
about who and about when?
Silence is not a friend here but the cracking of he glass
when the pour
when the laugh
when the night over your eyes
same place
repetition and the classic pop song
across the ocean.
by The Shortfellow
Le Unique (Bruno's Pl)
Marseille,France.
19/06/13

Inside the church

Miniature figures
imitation of lock holes in the distance
human like
small though...

I remembered their flesh stiff
shade by a glamorous night
there was the empty building
church like
no more for some
a castle for others
ruined I will say,

She stood for long time
full of live ashamed of her beauty
and stare at the out space
I know she did
as I was able to smell the sea shore
her eyes
paths of my simulated memories
and the sudden stomp of...

The light changed and this sunset
ever stoping again and again
continues imitating the fireplace of the cosmos,

He took her
splashing the stars all over her future
leaving her there
after the picnic
over concrete grass
from here looks hard and cold
She stood quiet again
Waiting
Submissive
Confident !
Strongly and full of love
He stare from the Cliff
and sadly in his destiny
He did not wave Good Bye,

Their figures remind in me
small and heavy
dark and shiny
I think they come from deep inside my soil
They smell like a metal freshly spoon from earth.
by The Shortfellow
"The memories after Saul Ulerio performance at Judson Church on a spring monday 2013"
12/06/13

A time and a place

I will like to stay
sit down in a place
wrap a cup of coffee
or drink a glass of wine
stare at the empty street
and look towards the hudson shore
remember things
but that time is not yet here
closer may be
near perhaps
but not yet here

I will like to have a moment
of thinking after reading terrible news during breakfast
right before I closed the door
and put a hard face
to survive the day
but that time is not yet here
arriving may be
reachable perhaps
but not yet here

I will like to stand on a corner
and wait for that love one
smiling and taking me some place
stay with him until
have some dinner and cuddle the dreams of the day on his bed or mine to the skirts of the night
but that time
is not yet here
by The Shortfellow
09/06/13