sketches written on my way trough barcelona

are you ready to enter the world?

been here for 28 years
and so much more

a door opens

snake is waiting for you

she'll kiss you
and bite you
she'll poison you to the bone

that's the way things go
in your first time entering the world

***

i could never live in a cottage
far from seeing you smile

but i could live in a cottage
away from the darkness

my own indian reservation

no satelite spying me

***

they told me had to think for myself and be unique
so i did it

worked hard for it

never thought when you're unique
you feel so lonely

***

poetry, in fact
is a good way of trying
to stop anxiety
of the void

i'm a good poet
for i see constant destruction
and reconstruction
of creation
dance of the elements

enter now the realm of poetry
awaken to possibilities
of new dawn

***

reality will amplify itself
increasing every  form of pain and bliss
which has its habitat under my skin

is it reality or just myself?
where do i live?
where do i exist?

i am the world

***

not everybody has a master in wisdom
not everybody is fortunate enough

in days to come
i will be so different
much more wise
but in some aspects
still be as vulnerable and wasted
as today

***

you'd need a vaste range of grey tones
to paint people from the streets
the ones we encounter
in our painful travesy
trough the desert

lost souls
lost names
in the dark machinery
of our city

***

a black boy picture
and a white boy picture
have different meanings
in the eyes of mankind

in the end they're just simbols
taken from the deep forest
of our memories

***

makes no diference if you believe in magic
or in the air you breathe

the ancient forest is endless
so are the posibilities
it contains

***

my old self is still here
has not disapeared
just came across
trough the ancient door
of mistery

death has been an old friend to the snake
just a change of skin