I see you kicking
And crying
And kicking
And crying
Sitting up is a pain
Crawling is too hard
Lying down is no good
And I can’t but fill with awe
For you having to encounter – my love
The impossibility of existence
Category: The equations
Poetry
What is poetry?, he asked.
It is how people deal
With some kind of
Homelessness, she replied.
The stars of the sea
She went towards the edge,
she looked over here, she searched over there,
she saw all the names on the boats
and the waves in people,
she looked up in the sky and these did not lit up
She flew towards the cliff,
she palpated all that she found over here and
and all that she discovered over there,
she touched all the meanings and the thorns
and the steps in the marsh
Only when she was ready to go
she saw their bright reflections
and she realized which ones were her own
real stars
Women
Masculine soul
in a woman’s body
And aggressive “No”
meaning
Surrendering “Yes”
Strong “I am starting all over again’
hiding
helpless “I am dying”
And all my ropes
still looking for these roots
From generation to generation
Pride was all what these women did
All that
the undervalued women achieved
With the hoarse voice
and the loose trousers
sweetly torturing the body
With its memories
And the small breast
within its unsatisfying refuge
feeding with no mercy
Whoever homeless
is in need
of
Maternal masculine
Protection
Wisdom
My barmy spear fell heavily
In Thames’ arms
And your bygone wisdom
Could not catch it
Sunday visitors found it in the bottom
They collected it like a touristic souvenir
Of Wisdom
Better these innocent strangers
that dared to capture my truth
Than my everlasting knowing ones
that could not vow me a lie
I won’t be looking for familiar shores
for my meaningful yesterdays
I will only torture the estuaries
of the infinite today
Purely
Like Wisdom
sedimentary 