these are some poems from an unpublished poetry book

The illusion of life

Every body
Has his beloved song
His preferred drink
His special hear dressing
Things that make him himself
His confused self between a name that he did not choose
And a reality imposed to him
And an age that advances leading him
To a memory that he did not
Necessary wanted
To make.




Tree

I think I am a tree
Because I talk to the wooden chairs
I talk to them by the touch
As a blind tree.


Mummifying the bird

I shall burry in the painting
All the cigarette filters that its smoke flied
And I shall make a whole for the eye of the bird
That evaporated
A blue whole
Appropriated to a smoker mummy.



(mummifying the bird. Unpublished)