As simple as that

I want to be a man and I want to be a woman, I want to be a woman and I want to be a man, I want to be a man man and a woman woman, I want to be a woman woman and a man man that want to be a woman man that want to be a man woman dreaming to be me that want to be her and  a man who dreams being a woman man dreaming being a man man that want to be me being a woman man, I want to be there with the other and I want to be the other who wants to be me, I want to be me with the other man and woman, I want the man be a woman and the woman be a man who is me and I want to be that. 

I also like the others.

by The shortfellow

Brooklyn, NY 

06/10/16

The missing hour

Here I awake

missing it, 

long days clear up after the short nights

where are you? 

and 

How far can I see ? 

The words we once mentioned

articulated now by the forgotten time

there is not remorse on this but love,

a sort of life we once thought will never be match 

and it is,

and will never be,

There in front of us the empty crater, 

pure as it was when we arrived, as it will be childish to say

we affected its nature,

its shape 

its location,

It has been lifted and far from modification,

is now full of stories 

perhaps one day to mention but not today,

There is a missing hour and a missing word 

that do not match the time 

nor our existence, 

Almost by distance, -lets say that- our geometry is peculiar

Almost by distance, -we can say then- 

or even now, 

we came undone and early.

by The Shortfellow

18/04/14 

Distress garden

This complexity 

the surface of the others and the exterior lines of our home,

all bright as a whole and within the infinite self of the universe

 mix up with a drink in front if a mirror

the colorful drink and the pain 

our pain ! 

some how and some dude around the corner just pee on our tree 

the tree we care so much last summer 

last fall and last winter for

here we are taking it away in a multicolor jacket 

just for two 

like the last time I saw you and you were mine 

you have always being mine but we were to shy to admitted 

...in this garden of distress some secret and some dude again 

we don't care ! 

as we did already fucking much...

Again, 

In this garden of distress love.

and savoring better that word 

I tell you again

love.

by The Shortfellow 

New York City 

04/09/16 

Amorosas ( NeoMexico )

...aun no me conoces

hay un tiempo y una razón

bajo la broma hay una caricia pronta y juvenil

la quietud de tu cuerpo acitronada 

por las drogas y las levedades de nuestro tiempo

aun así te quiero

aprieto irresistibles tus manos 

y bajo el manto artesanal de la noche se convergen erguidos 

nuestros aconteceres benevolentos y presurosos ! 

Hay un tono y un timbre para cada osadía que no sabes 

nuestro apellido también ilustre 

serpentea apóstol sobre la ráfaga de modernismo que la ciudad ofrece

somos cancion perdida y encontrada sobre esta retorcida sombra de lo que la promesa avasallo al ser ofrecida y así como ofrenda viva 

en un sin fin de errores aquí estamos

dispuestos y viriles 

como la leche virgen de nuestras madres amorosas.

by The Shortfellow

"La siempre gloriosa" Mexico City

08/08/16

Manifiesto para la recuperacion de las mentes mas torcidas ( 1a Version )

Manifiesto para la recuperación de las mentes mas torcidas; 

No a la bonita

No al distinguido

No a la aceptación

No al bien portado

No al que trabaja bien 

No al premio 

No a la política 

Basta de la aglomeración fuera del metro ! 

( Gritos ! ) No ooo ! 

No a la servidumbre 

No al que la demande 

Basta Basta de pretender ! 

Por si no te quedo claro ? 

No a la pretensión 

No a la descripción de los hechos 

No al crimen 

No a la persecución y la hipocresía del arte

Nada a lo divino 

y a la víbora víbora de la mar ! 

No al silencio 

Todo todo absolutamente por el bien de 

todos. 

Nada para ellos ! 

( Gritos !) Yeah !!! Chiflidos ! 

Aplausos !!! 

The Shortfellow

New York City 

05/07/16

nightly wish

Tonight I separate myself from the pack 

and will open a little window from my haven to your flesh accommodating vague past into a fan of present so my words and your body fly gently on a clear glass in the shape of wind through my eyes, 

I want to eat you full 

I want to drop you in a basket of corn, 

watch you enjoy my happiness with a moaning song at night, 

under the stars I want to see 

your shiny figure float 

Yes, my darling bug 

let me bug you at night to pinch and bite your nipples I

I want to make you sight.

by the Shortfellow

New York City

06/04/16

Agoralitico "casi casi queria ser recordado"

Blue Screen 

window with thunders 

writing and a confession

to the open door which is always there like a bunch of toys from chinatown 

sonando los platillos celestiales 

de estas calles con cielo plateado 

y resuenan 

este trio de jóvenes que tiembla y vibra de un lado a otro sin poderse separar...La

medida de las cosas,

la extravaganza, 

el uso del agua y el arresto de unos niños inocentes 

del castigo y de la venaganza 

cuanto frio 

hace mucho que no pasa el autobus 

Me quieres ? 

Vamos un rato al cine ? 

Como que por que solo un rato

no te acuerdas que ya no hacen películas buenas

desde el 93 graban barrios pobres en los países sobre poblados para recordarnos que no tenemos futuro

como que a donde ? 

a todos lados también

que no ves que somos parte de todo

los errores no han sido nuestros 

el marcador es 5 -0 

ganando Politos 

y ellos cantan cielito lindo a mitad de la noche despues 

creo que es la clausura de los juegos panamericanos, 

que se chingue el que no entienda 

La busqueda y la derrota 

un balcon medieval y aislado 

en la cuspide de la montaña, 

la llamada a Benjamin y una noche inquieta en Filadelfia, 

de corazon te lo digo 

hoy comienzo mi dieta 

no te apures hablar español con acento es exotico ! 

pinche gringo ! 

ja ja ja ja que no te preocupes reysito no pasa nada

el otro dia me mal viaje y no pude dormir en toda la noche 

las secuencias en el vestido de la chica de enfrente estaban demasiado 

sacatelas ?! a donde crees que vamos 

la acumulacion de basura y ls estupideces que se hablan hoy en el nombre de la politica

cual es la diferencia entre un comic y la jornada ? 

Ninguna el papel del cuento del comic esta mas bonito por que brilla, 

Quiero darte una sorpresa 

a mi me parece que el cambio gravitacional de la tierra es la causa,

mas el lago que esta construyendo china mas que ahora van a haber mas mujeres 

no no es que las esten matando 

mas bien es que no las estamos cuidando 

y el mar es mas amplio y en el cielo las cosas parecen mas bonitas 

cuanto te costo ese tatuaje ? 

Duele ? 

avisame cuando te vayas 

ya hace mucho tiempo que no me acordaba de tu direccion, 

quiero verte 

quiero verte 

quiero verte, 

by The Shortfellow 

New York City 

11/05/16

"Casi casi queria ser recordado"

This week and the past

I was anxious to share with you what I dreamed about, 

in the immidiate past and the immidiate present,

Something came up to me while sleeping and indeed I was dreaming,

I will start with a song but that happened in my prior night so I will skeep tonight and tomorrow's night, 

I dont know if there is any use in telling you amymore,

I am frustrated in my chest but the dream keeps going and "you know"

Dreams are powerful sometimes more powerful that what we believe.

Well ; I was there, right before of what I dreamed,

Sussy on the scandinavian land,

I want you in London he shout ! 

...He left ! ( basically banishing through a cloud of fog )

Colorful chair,

I was teaching this amazing floor movement combination with my loved old sweat pants that I got in 2000 before I flee from Mexico,

Signs,

vertical signs,

My best friend Sussy was in a chair,

This week end surprisingly the actriz from the french company say something about Sussy 

Can you believe it ? 

Are you getting me ? 

Is a weird sensation

Rivers 

Emma and Zoe with signs

vertical signs,

contact trio,

woman inside the circle,

Sculptures,

Two naked bodies tide from the wrists  and unkles,

Lights and Stadium !

Belt, water and slashes !

Island Prime Minister 

Scandinavian region again ! 

Parade and mountains, so exciting and so desperetaly confuse because no use of sharing and not use of communicating,

Upsetting times when the unsettle heart is glowing to no where ! 

Like a blind captain in a empty space which he believes is the sea,

Tall dancer short ! 

In this dream I was remembering things I shared with you before 

Or perhaps these things are ahead or perhaps they were shared to be loose 

who knows my dear 

scary thing is to think 

scary thing is to see,

scary thing is to feel the things we are scare to feel...

but the dream...

by The Shortfellow

Philadelphia 

04/09/16

Texto para la renovación del ser ( el principio de la tercer década )

-Texto para la renovación y la seguridad del ser o ensayo para encontrar un mundo mejor;

Para  encontrar al mundo en buena forma empecemos por no poner mucha atención en el contenido de este texto que exponemos ante ti "recordemos que este escrito es nuestro".

-lets begin again

-We apologize for what you just heard please accept this apology,

Bien ; Es crucial para nosotros que sepas que la información que escuches hoy no es ni muy valiosa ni es tan pobre en sus ideas y es por esto que nos parece interesante compartirla contigo pero aun mas importante es : que sepas que tienes todo el derecho en desechar todo aquello que no necesites! "cualquiera de estos dos conceptos, el interés y la necesidad son igual de importante para nosotros"

:así que atrévete a ser tu y empápate de las ideas que valgan la pena en tu propia historia ; aquellas que sirvan para construir tu lógica y enriquecer tu coherencia.

...La cordura es un filtro natural que te ofrece sin esfuerzo seguridad a cuanta situación y circunstancia te expones. Es única y representa al mundo a través de ti dandole sentido y gravedad a esta gran noción de excelencia con la que nosotros tratamos de jugar esta noche sin lucro y sin fin alguno.

...hemos descubierto de forma personal y acordado después de varios debates que solo en momentos de tensión centrifuga el tiempo se intensifica y resulta en algo mejor; algo maravilloso !

...aprendimos que durante este proceso habrá un momento de dureza y particular hostilidad que será a momentos casi inaguantable pero que por sus resultados de belleza encontramos fascinante. 

Please please do not ever get complacent. strive for things to be bold and great in your life and the life of others always consider the understanding of freedom and what may this represents in reference to the future.

By the Shortfellow

New York City

February 22, 2016

( Primer exposicion de este texto fue en parte como colaboración 

Cancion para dormir

Mientras estaba sentado en la utopia; Soñé como la tierra se partía tranquilamente y brotaba de ella un sin fin de pinos y en su color lleno de verde se elevaban fugazmente con su punta dirección al cielo y a gran velocidad se quemaban en la estratosfera y seguían y seguían encendidos hacia el cosmos...

...y estos arboles tan generosos al quemarse se transformaban de entre sus cenizas y destellos de fuego como juegos pirotécnicos en cámara lenta al mismo tiempo que iluminaban el cielo daban nacimiento a pequeños fetos que aun llevaban su cordón y así en fabulosa transformación ya en medio del cosmos esta flora se convertía totalmente en una órbita de fetos de pequeños hombres y

mujeres de edad nula y flotaban ahí en medio de las estrellas también iluminaban la verdad infinita del espacio y tranquilamente se acomodaban en hermosas configuraciones para girar en su propio eje y anunciar de pronto su destello multicolor...

...asi en su propia gravedad ya explosiva una a una las criaturas explotaban para dar a luz pequeños y graciosos globos de colores sólidos e intensos cada uno diferente y tranquilamente inmóviles.Graciosas también estas linternas que desde abajo y al anochecer alumbran con su magia la lectura de la vida; En serenidad seguían un camino imperceptible que ascendía discretamente y con ritmo singular en dirección ninguna, sobrios y egocéntricos llevaban en su andar una meta no anunciada y que mientras los miraba me di cuenta como poco a poco se cuarteaba su moldura para de repente mudar silenciosamente su textura a una silenciosa cobertura que de una dejaba nacer el caparazón de mil tortugas que con su caminar pausado mecían nuestra estela boreal en un ir y venir, y entre mas lejos mas cerca se venían de nosotros y al final...

...al final se estancaban en una linea transparente de color donde con ternura y ambición penetraban sin parar,

 como en las orillas del

mar y como tropas de semillas inundaban las aguas de neon para seguir y marchar en toneladas de sal hacia el final de mis ojos y entre el detalle de mis venas florecer y de sus nadados un chapuzón de planetas colapsaban ante una malla gris y brillante que al romperse de forma brutal y magnifica daba a luz...

daba a luz un gran color de tierra que a la

misma velocidad daba color a una multitud de pinos y mientras ellos nacían yo soñaba...

by The Shortfellow

New York City

10/03/16

1st Description

-No body is smiling...I keep thinking more or less when I was a little gay boy adults seems more friendly let me tell you I wasn't. I was timid and my hormones were kicking delay from my male side so lots of unconscious bulling at school's  lunch break and around the corner of home by the antigona group of kids from the block were I spend beautiful evenings playing with my friends day after day after day.- I am sitting here in this office where I have being waiting nearly two hours; barely somebody is my edge and my nationality the chairs are cover with a blue vinyl and the language I hear from the agent's speakers are from mandarin to polish but not spanish thou, I am here waiting and thinking...

-I remember the days when my mother used to take my brothers and I to the administration offices to received her paycheck and while waiting we play around Alberca Olimpica jumping and sporting around the huge 60's architecture for the Mexican Olimpics once upon a time. We were known by almost everybody due to mother's charm as an athlete and as the beautiful strong woman she was, our names were equal to hugs, smiles and candy. Those particular dates the sun was up earlier and giving the kind of light that besides keeping you warm used to gives you the inner power to engage with yourself against the world "molecular effect per say" ; We got up unusually early ( we were that family always running behind the bus to school believe me ! 

We were late to most of anybody's engagement but not this times no no ! Today we shower before Moms shout the usual three times our names, we shower and dress up while listening the hits from the radio, choose our best outfit mine ? perhaps choose by my aunt Rebeca and Pepe my brothers clothes twins like by themselves or after Mom's choice of

preference we sit for at least a fast glass of fresh squeeze orange juice a kiss by grandma and grandpa their blessings and then take off to the always radiant Mexico City letting behind our precious palace Norte 88. 

These days we were lucky and if my mom was brave enough and worry less about the bills we will jump on a cab and cross happily through street markets and packed expressways listening to an always constructive conversation between mother and cabby about politics about the price of meet and eggs or about the last decision from traffic officer in closing main avenue near our destination to make us turn around and give an epic detour from the other side of the city but as the sun kept shining through populated places this day and through the taxi windows and through the smell of flowers, diesel and car interior deodorant we arrived safe and ready to rule over the impossible as a team of three little boys and one powerful tiny woman.

-Yeah...I start doubting if by looking at my phone I mysteriously miss my number ticket shout on these speakers that already make an impact to my nerve system but hey there it is ! my turn is being call so let me get my backpack and head towards my window booth ; I am asked the propose of my visit I answer the reason: I have three weeks without income. She confirm : so you want to apply ? Yes I respond and she wait an after keep on reading my information on a screen I cannot see, she look at me ask me if I am disable I say -No that I know of ! and both of us smile and laugh discretely then after two seconds and lowering her voice she ask me if I am HIV Positive ? I say - Yes.

She go back to the screen; I look through the bullet probe glass up and over her left shoulder where a bunch of document are piled up near a desk top light is stock against the wall, somebody pass walking which makes me look a bit upward where I find the horizontal windows and beyond there in the street I see a chinese restaurant marquee with the regular allegories from chinese pop marketing culture.

-She ask me in the middle of a number called by another agent - I cannot hear she noticed it and repeat in a nervous way - When were you diagnose ? 

2006 I respond 

She move her left hand in a queer way and ask more specifically 

Do you remember when ? 

March I say 

March 1st ? 

She try to give another example and I interrupt

March 21st.

She looks at the screen again and I go back to the Chinese marquee ; I am thinking about spring and what may spring means to most of us I include myself on this assumption but with the inclusion I notice a thick filter of emotions that could not bring a fast memory card to my thoughts so I cannot elaborate sitting here looking at her again, my mind jump from sensations to intellectual information I am nostalgic all of the sudden and think about the reason I am here 

and when I ask myself 

Why I am here ? 

She ask me :

Are you married ? 

No I say 

I go back to look the office wall's color to see what can I catch to think and not only navigate my brain but to think.

She notice that I have never apply for that office services and confirm to me that I supposed to enroll every other time while I was employed and she mention something like " They always ask you to enroll as a routine...she lower lower lower more her voice to the point when I cannot hear no more..."

I go to a thoughtless moment and stare at a black piece of plastic attached to the desk where I am sitting and realized about the possibility of this conversation expose to the people at the waiting area a pair of feet behind me - she give me the reason why to come back another day very friendly explained I am serene but there is a feeling of reality discomfort. 

Why I am here or even better how I arrived here ? 

I assumed is something between March 21st 2006 and March 8th 2016 that somehow will be clearer and better in some kind of future.

by The Shortfellow

Brooklyn NY 

08/03/16

Miami 15

Life is moving promptly

aqua seems the fair

Where are you ? the little gnome ask

silence is not bare

bare foot man walks by

Italian bakery you most

early morning everyday 

friends here

friends gone

Who the hell you are? 

piece of art dash piece of cake

minorities behind 

and minorities in front 

like actual sex 

like actual France

so much to deal dash so much to eat

across the street this thing 

like a ding dang thing 

now I remember well 

you are my sister Hey ! 

Who are you calling to ? 

silence threat in a minute mourn 

Why don't you enjoy ?

correction before the intoxication

this

a flow in the product gives 

what the 60 countries take

and there is not such

but the present entirely

little do do here and there

I dream of you 

and I most take the chance to take it to you 

write you a text and confess to you 

important things are here while I am waiting for you

What did you get my love ? 

so disorganized you say 

okay, lets restart their mess...

ps

here

sex

basel 

question

bring it

no so quite 

Mmm...

this post modern art

lets chill

I am yours now

Fuck you 

fuck you 

fuck you

I was told I am here to say 

not with hate but with language

lets be 

lets start then

your pants are great 

your time is now.

by The Shortfellow

Miami, Florida

12/07/15 

Missing day

Let her

no I can't

Bergen street

this place

enormous studio

catalogue 

the printing pattern

learn from it

construction site 

Pepsi

tilting opposition

Iceland and the generated power

because

it is true 

truth

date 

next friday

exhibition 

one day in March

back 

back to back

back to back to back

Meeting 

even so

scientifically

non fiction

home work

screwing emotionally 

and disturbed

like Isaiah 

your hair.

by The Shortfellow

New York City

17/02/16

Description of a field (no remains)

I was there inside

inside of an outside field

empty and deepen into 

some sort of wounded land

across from me the sea

in the shape of an ocean with names in each wave

apart and dark that place 

sometimes in the sound of the branches crashing your voice consoling the walk

in a frequency sharp and tuned 

the roar of a soul

no man 

no woman

entire and vast the sea

across and deepen 

the cycling of the leaves falling 

thought me there 

and in my own line the many

of stillness the main imperceptible door

there is the possibility and the substance to be

I was there 

and in golden red words engraved

that will be 

there 

and only there will stay 

since no more is the land 

no more is the name

many leaves 

and many lines to draw across the field

there is no ocean 

and there are no names.

I was. 

by The Shortfellow

New York City

08/02/16

 

Park Slope

Te acuerdas cuando éramos ? 

y que reíamos 

y que cantábamos 

cuerpos suaves aun en la cuerda de la vida entre mañana y día

la noche ya quedaba de entrada cuando 

empezaba la travesía de lo que creíamos era el amor 

y sabia a

y bailaba como

la cintura de las calles y las calamidades de la vida eran una 

y se hundían en la cama al despertar con nosotros antes de llegar al medio día 

aturdidos nunca ! 

recuerdas tenuemente la entrada de luz por la ventana mas pequeña 

y las lagrimas marcadas sobre los vasos en el piso de la sala

de la cocina 

y como siembra repentina a las orillas del retrete ? 

Seguíamos riendo cocinando los chilaquiles nostálgicos del Emilio y a regañadientes las dos ultimas cervezas antes del Te de Karla 

alguien seguramente no aparecía 

y alguien seguramente llorando seguía 

eras tu ? 

los extranjeros ya ni sabían que tierra era 

estábamos absolutamente nuevos y desnudos ante la abrigada ciudad de los castillos nulos

estábamos tan acostumbrados a nosotros,

podíamos mimetizar al sexo con los restaurantes chinos y al lenguaje gringo con la sopa picante antes de las exhibiciones de arte

llenas de vino tinto 

egresados

y regresados a un futuro pasado adolescente y sincero 

apresurados seguíamos bebiendo con locura a Gus Van Sant  y las ultimas películas de Woody Allen 

Maestro ! 

tan elegante nos vestimos en alguna época que no sirvió 

y tan corto el último vestido fue que nos gusto y así hasta esta hora 

que no ? 

Tanta peculiaridad cerrada y llena de parques que se respiraba Marzo todo el año 

todo el tiempo 

vagando en una sin fin de drama 

que no había tiempo de ver la televisión 

ni las series hasta que llego "twenty four"

y como un reloj vestido de agujero negro 

todo se empezó a ir 

y despegándose una a una las memorias de este barrio se empezaron a esfumar 

y tan pronto como se pudo cada mudanza llego a tiempo y a destiempo las ganas de regresar 

pero aun no nos habíamos ido 

y así fue 

entre la lluvia gris 

y las desapariciones

aparte se quedo el son y el sazón de nuestra época 

pero no hay mas eh ?! 

no hay ni enfado ni tristeza 

hay aun el tiempo del entierro y de ahí para el real 

que hay mucho 

y entre jungla vertical y presidencia rancia 

empieza todo a regresar 

pasajero y destacado como nuestro primer cartón 

aquí sentados mira 

y déjate abrazar.

by The Shortfellow

New York City

03/02/16  

below your upper lip

: Feel disoriented 

floating on a lower layer cloud 

no that cloud but this cloud 

lots of air around my ears 

undiscovered but unraveling, 

approximate time :

: time zero

I am feeling my lungs but unable to feel my pupils 

Do you know what I mean ? yeah

Yeah thats right 

and is about that 

that particular moment when

when...

...

:

Zero

let me see 

have you try to pass your tongue...

I know ( smile ) 

that you have that kind of moment when...

you pass your tongue over your gums and scan slowly the entire tear of teeth below your upper lip and right behind ( smile ) 

() ...

...: (          )

your thinking is a sort of remorse or inquisitive decision 

I know 

( silence ) 

silence

silence

silence

a song about to happen and the lyricism 

of our tragedy. 

by The Shortfellow

New York City

27/01/16 

 

In the midst...

I always want to sleep facing the clouds

the sky 

towards the heaven

to type in dreams my goals and dream on 

again and again

I always want to face the window and initiate my flight against the odds freely

I always want to

fly accordingly and watch from above the top of a city 

I have been there and so I want to 

Yes 

so on and on and on

writing from my pedestal 

this intense letter that does not mean anything but speak 

and yet is silent like love in the lips of the desperate 

I am here witnessing the night 

almost becoming and almost vanishing 

I am in the middle of the storm 

the wind 

and I am witnessing the whistle 

tiny little sound between the legs of our existence announcing the beginning 

perhaps in another time the end

but still announcing 

leaning towards this wall I am 

nightly and right in a full male hunter I am

persuasive and quite I am

listening and calmly waiting I am

in a bed of harmony I am ready to destroy 

and in my own bed of darkness I am

ready to appease...

To You "in the midst of our time"

10/01/16

Low Behavior

Vertical self and the beginning of the mouse

the archetype of disillusion 

two hours 

a trip to an island and the name of my partner 

where and how 

the tremendous amount of guilt and the duty

everything lost on lust and you 

miles of walking and festivities 

a female shouting 

and 

another female voice chatting 

is not about been loud but about been clear

there is fog today and by the evening it will be gone 

this I know 

things where flying away and I am going back to rescue them from getting lost 

been gone does not mean been lost 

I am writing this again

and I will be back again 

and the course of the return is here 

is here in opposition of this language 

the virtue of the chameleon 

and with it the wish 

and I want to change but stay 

and I want to stay 

and I want 

and I want 

and I want 

desperate mode on my tongue 

my minor thinking and my latest primitive 

not even 

but low behavior 

and the call of a friend saying so

vertical self with a heaven 

and then the sake of psycho 

the drama galore pulverize and done 

there behind 

way back in the ancient trunk.

by The Shortfellow

New York City

10/01/16