Miami

I will say your name once.

by The Shortfellow

03/12/15

Here

When they saturate them selves 

when the first impulse of an action 

the immediate thought 

these tears

and the identification of the light with the sound of the morning

this walk towards the park 

and the beating idea of solitude when there is no more food set on the windows around town

the appearance of a book 

the neat dress on that lady far away

and the anxiety of me reflected against everybody's side walk

my thing you know

this very little thing 

that is not changing the world 

and may push the idea further  

creating a disadvantage for the poor

the society of us 

in a random approach generated 

far and repeatedly here 

so

like a sound 

my lips on yours and the discourse of the night in my chest

the hours of shame and the nightmares gone

peculiar laughter from another room 

bigger house 

rejuvenated world 

and the memory of us painted carefully

and carefully also shaped by the hands of the last century.

Here.

by The Shortfellow

Douai, France

10/11/15 

Tenderness

Little house in the skirts of the city

the endeavor of great massacres ahead

and this light parallel to a

And the rendezvous of chaos and deception in crossing lines with love but not quit

shower trouble 

passive place where the sunshine impact its faith and born quickly 

skin and youth 

over and over again 

pieces of catastrophe wrap around a box custody of time and gifts 

apostrophe and the collision of your heart as a memory 

here at this red brick trade road that I am recalling 

I grow up 

and took the transportation to my school 

here is where at night I figure out your sex and your gender

I remember very well your soul

our gardens and the land behind the house right in the skirts of the volcano 

so many of us in a pack 

the bright future measured already 

and the tenderness of that evening when I share finally to my brother how much I was into his best friend

by The Shortfellow

New York City

04/11/15

 

Ode to The Confusion

Everything is a question now 

a minimal personal questionnaire about myself to myself for myself

I become boring dressing lame and tired

at 35 delusional and smoky in my talk 

then I am walking under this context of numbness and sparky loneliness getting used to nothing and being nothing 

ignorantly me

in an abyss that cannot share because there is no room nor chairs to share and spare the time down low

in a selfish bubble I am constantly poking myself to do nothing 

to be a crying baby and smile like if is not true I am embarrassment of everything and still standing on everything 

so I am confuse

and I am confuse in been confuse to do a confuse move and get confuse 

funny thing I have made it here

some how through the forest I have run reaching from and to my life in bright light and deep darkness backwards and upside down sometimes and sometimes also straight up looking ahead and beyond the horizon like just a regular person 

I am here 

and relentlessly me 

full of disappointment but me 

in a room and out side the room navigating this boat 

out in the open waters once I dream 

and now in the torrence of this river I dream 

I am a fish and I am arrow

I am an eye and I am pray

I am the story and the narrator 

I am narrating now my defeating process in this very land where the echo just remind in the far corners of time.

I am time.

by The Shortfellow

New York City

13/10/15

Little light

Little light that carry on

put me in a boat of good and makes me follow

let me sudden be deposit in a tray of clay 

to make my thoughts even in my heart and playfull in my soul

let me be

not used to 

not trouble 

just be there 

let me be amazed again by the agony of the night and the excitement of the sunset 

embrace me with the rays of my father light in a limitless count and take me to a path of days where I cannot talk or say

and be born again in the middle of a garden lost in the middle of a garden

in the middle of a garden 

Little light that carry on please allowed me to avoid incongruence and paint in me the stripe that follow after the sunshine 

then let me run after the perfume of a dragon fly 

let me fly and touch the clouds over the ones I once dreamed to be this one 

so I can remember the centuries to come

Let me stay in a verb where the condolences keep in the door step of my last house and my voice can not reach the hypocrisy of their sound and the anomaly of their notes 

I want to be in you 

I want to recall my name

the one you promise will stay till the tilt of life

where are you ?! 

Little light that carry on please don't detach from me this trust 

don't delay in me the way 

and bring me after here to another here where I am less 

and yet I can be more.

(to my beautiful Thomas)

by The Shortfellow

New York City

23/09/15 

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Little light

Little light that carry on

put me in a boat of good and makes me follow,

Let me sudden be deposit in a tray of clay 

to make my thoughts even,

in my heart and playful in my soul,

Let me be

not used to 

not trouble 

just be there, 

Let me be amazed again,

by the agony of the night and the excitement of the sunset,

 

Embrace me with the rays of my father light in a limitless count and take me to a path of days where I cannot talk or say

and be born again in the middle of a garden lost in the middle of a garden,

In the middle of a garden 

little light that carry on please allowed me to avoid incongruence

and paint in me the stripe that follows after the sunshine 

then let me run

after the perfume of a dragonfly 

let me fly and touch the clouds

Over the ones

I once dreamed to be this one, 

so I can remember the centuries to come,

Let me stay in a verb where the condolences keep in the doorstep of my last house

and my voice can not reach the hypocrisy of their sound

neither the anomaly of their notes,

 

I want to be in you 

I want to recall my name

the one you promised will stay till the tilt of life,

Where are you ?! 

Little light that carry on please don't detach from me this trust 

don't delay in me the way 

and bring me after here to another here where I am less 

and yet I can be more.

(still to my beautiful Thomas)

by The Shortfellow, New York State, 

21/11/21

Tristeza

Llueve

el miedo se huele en todas partes

las cosas y formas orgánicas

se aceleran y revientan sin sentido en contra de las vallas formadas cinco décadas atrás

la historia de la noche singular se escribe sobre las montañas que no se ven 

el viento noblemente advierte

incandescente se siente el mirara de los ancestros sobre los que no entienden y es que han dado tanto tiempo para ello

pero bien 

acá del otro lado de la penumbra 

ya también se ven las sombras de lo que no a pasado 

esta tan oscuro

que no hace falta recordar la luz 

a través de los coros adentrados en las calles

la melodía insaciable de lo brutal es inalterable

el cariño ajeno se mantiene ajeno y 

duele 

Nueva York se quema adolescente y siniestra bajo las palabras de Lorca 

y se vuelve al mismo tiempo

andrógina y vil

inmensurable en odio y aconteciere que hoy en la tristeza 

hay lenguas de necesidad y también de tropiezo que la marean y destrozan desquiciadas y amables

terriblemente humanas 

tan salvajes para este siglo 

que no hay error 

que no hay testigos 

que no hay dolor 

nada

mas que artículos sin glucosa 

y cobijas a la moda

no hay nada 

tanto que pareciera que jamas hubo

y eso es tan obvio que ya no molesta. 

by The Shortfellow

New York City

Esta vez

Esta vez

noche 

se acaba el juego

o empieza

algo cercanamente a la distancia

se termina 

y corrige sin riesgo 

las cosas que vagamente se decian

hay un truco 

imperfectamente hecho

y estilisticamente creado para ser perfecto

alterado acaso por la inocencia

de quien lo crea 

de quien lo inserta

acalorado el sentimiento que lo forma

y pavorosamente nuclear quien

lo tira

y asi en volumen

atormentadamente la memoria.

by The Shortfellow

New York City

12/09/15

Life and devotion

I watched the other day how the clouds were gathering together against each other 

pressing continuously towards the ground  

beautifully frightening 

I was taken by the view and reminded me of a movie, the geometry of my thinking was level with my devotion for life

there was a point when I Was death 

I was told the dying face was way back when I was born 

then I proceed with my morning run 

this was one of the last summer days of 2015. An extraordinary summer.

by The Shortfellow

New York City

11/09/15

Exit signs and evening

Again here

in a place and time

congratulating speed 

resultant of a parade

in a field stretched from many corners 

I am here

and I repeat completion

the recording light is projected

a path is open to another path

the sequence is enlarge to a larger gear

and I am describing 

pursued all the entrances 

only to achieve the exit sign

there is traffic 

I wait

Some parts of the ground are cover with grass

other no longer grow it 

I am cautious and delusional

I am here

and things are still accompanying me 

everything is still

a powerful light is burning a few steps away

is getting dark 

breeze is deliciously perceived 

I am walking curiously...

by The Shortfellow

New York City

12/09/15

Part 1

I was in this stroll of life

where 

and the trip of journey 

was some how the

and I Was explained the

tip top trip of night and

some how the curious key of me

and the sadness trial of a

guy crossing the tiny line of

the train track and

so lucid the spectrum of 

and the nice size of it 

I don't want to be yours 

these ! 

I don't and I will try to 

this is the lighter side of it

you may be embrace right now

and I may be embrace with

no longer the summer hold to

and always this part of noun said

I am over it man

I am dialoguing to myself by

I am just trying to embrace also the

and finally here it comes the real puff

the real push of 

in a sounding dragon like 

thousand sentences of wisdom and 

I am here 

I am here 

I am here plus

the feeling of a "not at all"

trying no to use the

always the failing part of...

by The Shortfellow

New York City

25/08/15

Small landscape

I do

I am constantly with you

in a paradise closer than the noticed one

a place where the sounds are eternal silences and the mountains are planets ready to depart,

I am with you in a manner

not even I understand 

where realization is nothing but a drawing over a public restroom door

a collapsing classic painting storage in a dream collection of a rebellious teenager 

I am with you with the serenity of million wars running continuously one after the other and from one country to the next one,

the countries are my arteries and the wars are my illusions of Us -

I am with you because I am no other but this one

and there is nothing neither remorse neither pride

but the parade that life bring over the running waters of the infinite rivers around the globe 

I want to be the Planet who alter your course just to journey together against the heavy current of things and thoughts wich are not constantly ours

I am with you flying through this objects to protect with my speed the delicacy of your body and your meaningful smile 

I can feel the terse texture of the orbit touching my tides elevating your chest with beautiful grace 

I do

I am constantly with you...

by The Shortfellow

New York - Baltimore

16/07/15

after morning

Then in the shape of a braided tale 

imitations of us will come back 

swapping around 

slamming our image against all walls 

and all windows

disturbing young mothers during the day

while their day dreaming 

while we resist the afternoon waiting for the air to clear in the midst of our imaginary catastrophe 

The recycle of our irony 

will shine from within the grounds pointing to the skies with the islands in shape of nipples breaking hard and brave 

every wave and every pear our isolated mind created during the days of shine and pretty 

We will be cross 

and terrified with a blank smile 

minor as the last ray of sun in a lonely and decadent field where young man used to die 

the navigation of our faith 

will be lost through out their bodies 

as a futile reminder of our minimal ancestral breed.

by The Shortfellow

New York City

07/14/15

Simple song

May be you will understand

you will understand

time flying 

running passing 

you will understand

and the beauty of this one

the gracious sound

of the calling 

right in your hands

in the trusting day

no more no more

and your taste of wild oceans

and the cycling of a friend in your heart

in your heart

you will understand

no body else

and yet 

the rest of us

in the course of the month 

may not longer be with you 

and you will understand

make you to understand.

by The Shortfellow 

25/06/15

About today

...and you see it now

from a prudent distance 

the fire in the window 

an the only thing you can do is nothing

the kittens in the house 

the signs all over the new york city subway 

telling you the best shortcuts to overcome the craziness

We all crazy going around  

How we do this ?

Is afternoon 

and the best thing ever

you and two ice cream cones

your hands 

the gay neighborhood

and the dreaming of a house

a new house

Home

incredible and irremediable 

real and true 

Sincere 

no other choice but to believe 

There is it 

an you see it now 

the sunset from a different angle

the air pressure under the humidity 

the city moving and stoping when you want it

You are here now

and this is your place now

a piece of the culture you once leave 

now is here with you

as a result of perseverance and skill

Heart and loneliness as well

but is okay 

we have learn that is okay

and all the excuses are okay

lies lay a false deck 

and cover absolute emptiness 

love stay strong and give birth anything but cowards

the tray of resolution is bright like the glamorous rocks from the deep soils 

you are a soil 

and you are a rock

the light comes now as the fire that you are

and intensively make your heart beat and vibrate 

like the star that you are

Go ! 

Open your soul and flight 

the time is now.

by The Shortfellow

New York City

20/06/15

Two Kids

I was in the train the other day

fortunately these two kids in front of me

one of them lean towards the empty seats

you know' the ones three in a row 

across from the other three 

they were there facing me 

well' not really but they were 

in a way 

so one of them lean gracefully and rested his limber body over the space awaited 

the other one slowly cross his arms and posed them calmly into his lap and curved inward and over 

long and extended back

they both cover their face which I never put very much attention and both fall to sleep 

in a restful and graceful manner 

their long legs and their young spine were able to breath through out the whole car 

a sober silence suspended the entire scene with such delicacy.

With so much elegancy. 

by The Shortfellow

New York City

20/04/15

*Beginning part of "You seat there" NYU Show 

**There is a dialogue voice in off that tun before lights come in and say

-...you go and work ! ..

-when lights come in Erick do a hand gesture like pointing the exit to somebody leaving the room.