alas

Alas que se lleven
el tiempo que se detuvo;
lo desceleraron las luces
con una fórmula sacrílega, profana

una brisa de siglos,
podredumbre, muros que se derrumban
carcomidos por la rabia, el miedo y la violencia,
encerraron el cuerpo, abatieron el alma

un abismo, un gigantesco hoyo negro,
un pozo cósmico, profundo y oscuro
donde lanzar cada beso y palabra,
los portones, los caminos, los escombros

una máquina de viento,
alas que me lleven con el tiempo que se detuvo,
nuevas lluvias, otoños y cantares,
cinco sentidos, alas y sueños

If I were a voice

If I were a flower
please don't let me be a rose
let me be the dandelion
that's everywhere you go,
shiny, green and yellow
in the morning for the sun
with my seeds up in the wind
dancing anyway you go

Don't you know that in the spring
I unzip my business clothes
and dress-up with the grass so green
oh darling don't you know

Don't you know I'm like the river
and like the river flows
my spirit in the wind
oh darling don't you know

If I were a voice
I'd be a hum so sweet
with an aftertaste of honey
going softly though your lips
and if I were your lover
I'd give you love so pure
and we would have each other
loving all there is to do

Don't you that in the spring
I unzip my business clothes
and dress-up with the grass so green
oh darling don't you know

Don't you know I'm like the river
and like the river flows
my spirit in the wind
oh darling don't you know

Well if I were the passion
and the politics of man,
I'd be the revolution
of the masses and the land
where people of all colors
join together hand in hand
and we all would be a single voice
and the voice of everyone

Don't you that in the spring
I unzip my business clothes
and dress-up with the grass so green
oh darling don't you know

Don't you know I'm like the river
and like the river flows
my spirit in the wind
oh darling don't you know

sintético

Abro mis venas
y solo encuentro
una fuente continua
de ceros y unos

largos unos,
rojos y brillantes ceros,
encadenados unos con otros
en un patrón indescifrable

busco mis entrañas
y solo encuentro un ruido de máquinas,
máquinas nanométricas en enjambre,
amantes del silencio y la humedad

todas un ente y un ente cada una,
las siento entre mis ojos, mis pulmones,
recorren cada vena en cada pulso,
controlan cada nervio y cada paso