My Body and Soul

My body is doing well in this period—

it walks and runs like an automaton, 

and it collides with other robots in the

streets, with their elbows and arms.

There’s no one that apologises to you.

In the everydayness that’s fed only on

technology, lots of words fade and die. 

My body’s doing well during this time—

my soul is broken into a thousand parts.

I Die Everyday

I die little by little every day in which 

I’m invisible to you. You don't look at

me, you don't touch or kiss me, when I

wither like a bud under your gaze and

when you seem lost somewhere in the

universe.

I die little by little every day in which 

I miss the loved ones so much; when 

the emptiness in my soul expands and

becomes an abyss, transforming me in 

an instant into a human being – fragile,

restless and delicate.

I die little by little every day.

A Street With No Name

Today, on a street with no name,

surrounded by flowers and lots 

of people, you suddenly came into 

my mind and found a place there.

I never understood who I was in

your long chain of acquaintances 

with no beginning, with no end.

You held my hand. I felt happy, 

naïve, uncontrolled like a child;

the world was a unique, a better 

place with the beauty of a poem.

Anger, sympathy, maybe nothing,

I don’t know what I feel just now, 

but I know that I found the address 

of happiness without you, finally.

Today, on a street with no name,

surrounded by flowers and lots 

of people, you suddenly came into 

my mind and found a place there.