Tan dulce como tu voz...

Palabras vienen, palabras llegan, palabras se van, S E L A S L L E V A E L V I E N T O S E L A S C O M E N | T E L A S C O M E S... Luego reaparecen nuevamente. Vuelan constante. Ellas son viajeras... Son pachangueras. Son mensajeras. Son loqueras. Son tristezas. Son realezas. Son certeras. Son palabras que se aniden... A las páginas, a las pantallas táctiles, A los muros de las redes sociales, A tus OjOs, a los míOs; Son palabras que se atragantan enteras Se levantan y se rematan en los estantes Son palabras parlantes, palabras que se filtran por los poros Para morir en mis labios Y revivir en los tuyos . 23 Dic 

Para mi amor: M illones de espectros multicolores A nidan en mi mente T emiendo la muerte R ecordándote esta noche E nfrentando el dolor de tu partida A gonizando bajo su luz incandescente G rito por tu alma A callando mis ganas de verte; T us trémulas manos me han domado A marte es mi único pecado. Diciembre 2013

It was late afternoon when I found myself standing in the middle of a park with four shrooms in my hands; only trees, a jungle gym and swing sets were accompanying me. Around this time, my mind was only centered in one question: should I eat all shrooms or just one? It was an all or nothing matter. I then decided to sit on a bench and continued to stare at what was in my hands. Ten minutes passed by until I decided to swallow all of them and about another ten for them to start doing their job. At this point, my mouth was getting dry by the second, as I sat in a now dark park. Minutes after, I started hearing birds cawing loudly, the sound of water running through the streets and every corner I looked, was glowing. Everything was so pleasant and soothing that I started thanking myself for ingesting all four shrooms, but it wasn’t until I caught a hiccup, hip, hip that it all changed. The thing is, it wasn’t a regular hiccup that usually goes away after a minute or two. This hicc...