LOVE landed at the time of the rush , of urgency that seeks seas. I looked into his eyes with the insolence of the clocks inviting retrace old circles. And a voice, your voice, bowl
fertile synergy and of all light, that blossomed your verbs in my hands.
(of Online Mares, Ed Sial, 2008 ) Image: Martin Toye
Open your hands, I go. arms hugging dresses, your mouth is the cave where crimson cover all your souls. Let your teeth scroll
as sweet chain that binds you to me. Lames my skin looking for a new identity, lost and all things names in a syllabary
butterflies.
A sandal adheres my direction to catch my steps in a corner that you learn as a luciernaga prayer.
Open hands, I approach. Dresses grips on the arms, your mouth is a cave where crimson cover their souls. Let go through their teeth like running fresh that to me. licks my skin in search of a new identity, already lost all the names of things a syllabary of butterflies.
A sandal gird my course to arrest my steps a corner that you learn as a prayer of fireflies.
(of A Ollada Astarte, Espiral Maior Ed, 2007 )
Pictures: Steven Klein and Steve Diet Goedde
Now I know that I am not but shadows of your past lips of another skin
sex.
I mirror the afterlife hands
borrowed the ancient light.
rebuild plying ghosts? What will now my name?
Rius cross the dark soul guillotine certainties.
Dance nothing on the graves of the nameless.
Now I know that I am not but shadows of your past other lips other skin other sex.
'm the mirror the Hereafter left hands, ancient light.
Rebuilding
be plowing ghosts? What will now my name?
Rivers traverse the dark soul skinned certainties.
Balla nothingness on the graves of many.
Imágenes: Steven Klein
