SOIL – PHOTOS BY MALIN ELLISDOTTER, POEM BY JOSE YEBRA

November 2, 5 and 10 2017 – 3 images in this slideshow (requires JavaScript). Yesterday I received another poem from my friend José Yebra. Hope you’ll enjoy the reading; I don’t want to feel the soil inside my nostrils anymore. I don’t need your spontaneous violence against everything which bothers your easy way of living. […]

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AGAINST THE WALL (IMAGE BY MALIN ELLISDOTTER & POEM BY JOSE YEBRA)

October 30 2017 – Yesterday I received a poem from my friend José Yebra. Hope you’ll enjoy the reading; (We/They) were all pressed against the wall, no souls implied, no illusions imprisoned: lives stoned to live bloodless among corrupted forces: evil human nature who wants to put an end to thousands of years of suffering, to […]

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THE WORLD IS BLUE

Hoy toca otra colaboración con mi amiga Malin Ellisdotter, que ha dado vida a mi poema a través de una de sus magníficas fotografías. The World is blue, mates!!

November 28 2016 – From my iPhone 5s archive. Today I received another poem from my friend José and I hope you’ll enjoy the reading; The world is grey without the color of your terrified fate. The world is blue without the informal shapes of the Earth in you. No world can resist more and […]

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Mortal souls — MALIN ELLISDOTTER H PHOTOGRAPHY

Another collaboration with my friend Malin Ellisdotter. Her images give life to my poem…

Otra colaboración con mi amiga Malin Ellisdotter. Sus imagenes, poderosas, dan vida a mis letras…

May 2 2016 – Self portraits from May 2. iPhone 5s, self timer. Yesterday I received another poem from my friend José, he was inspired by my work and I have to publish his poem. I hope you’ll enjoy the reading; Headless gentrification No, it is not our loneliness, whether they don’t mind or even […]

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GROWING TOUGH ROOTS

I.

You don’t deserve

My skin,

My eyes,

My lips.

You are not me,

Silent,

Powerful,

Unexplained

Among millions

Of stem cells,

Stupid conjunction

Of deserted lands

Which no pharasal verb

Will ever define.

So, please,

Give me back my whole being

Before

You swallow

All my rage.

II.

Tu savia,

Que recorre mis venas.

Mi sangre,

Que alborota tus ramas.

Abrazados,

Unidos,

Enredados entre brazos

Invisibles,

Imposibles,

Que nos sujetan con fuerza

A la raíz de la Tierra.

Y al separarme,

Se me va la luz,

El entendimiento

Al borde

De la misma proteína

De tus fundamentos

Existenciales.

Si alguien te quiere

Con su hacha cortar,

Que primero me parta a mí,

Como rayo purificador

Que de mitades

Hace ejércitos,

Que de leña

Crea batallas,

Que sabe

Que ni en billones

De años

Que pueda permanecer

Será capaz

De respirarnos,

De saborear

Nuestro aliento mutuo,

De sentir

En su piel

El ritmo acelerado

De la sal

De nuestra eterna

Conjunción.

(Poema en dos partes, en dos lenguas, inspirado en las imágenes de una artista excepcional, Malin Ellisdotter. Sus imágenes os trasladarán a otros mundos, a otras dimensiones imperceptibles, improbables, tan increíbles, que están ahí, a nuestro lado, pero somos incapaces de verlas.)