Wednesday, December 29, 2010

O Captain my Captain paraphrase

O Captain my Captain!
Victorious and daring
You’re back from your odyssey.
A thousand bleeding drops
Run down your face

O Captain my Captain!
Hear the bells ring,
Hear the multitude roar.
Please rise up from the deck
Where you lie

Why don’t you answer, o Captain?
Is it that you can’t hear me?
The trip is done.
The bells are tolling now
While my captain lies

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Auden's Funeral Blues paraphrase

Stop all the clocks, cut off the throats,
Prevent the dolls from crying with a perky voice,
Silence the children and with muffled drum
Bring out the golden calf, let the worshippers come.

Let bloggers surf moaning in the Internet
Scribbling on their webs the message God is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public whores,
Let the NBA players wear black calf gloves.

He was my home, my mouth, my skin and breast,
My rotten week and my Sunday rest,
My doom, my insight, my lock, my song;
I thought boredom would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For no one now can say You were any good.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

So it must be

Srength of fire, of wind and lightning, a furious power in the heart of the planet. Damage, misery and destruction, more insane than a thousand wars. Humans can't bare with fatality; destiny doesn't belong to us, nor to any invented God. Slave of Nature, chained to Earth, we wonder around the night, and at daybrake we take our poor souls to shelter upon a bunch of artificial flowers which prove to be blacker than the blackest hole.

This is the history of mankind. So it has been; so it is; so it must be; so it will be to the end of our race.

Saturday, July 31, 2010

End of crisis


The days
Of wine and roses
Are now vinegar
And rotten lilies.

Too late to forget
Your humble wooden toy;
Too late to win
The bravest game;
Too late to regret
A sea of never-cried drops.

Go ahead until the end.
Do not expect a miracle,
And die in peace.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010


You are killing my mind with your being.
It aches the same, or even harder.
The only real thing that I possess
Is now bleeding down my throat,
Sour but sweet.

summer is coming
no flowers left in the trees
nor in my heart

Monday, May 31, 2010

The cave

Nowhere is my home,
In the middle of a hollow,
Sad and helpless naught.
A nutshell full of nothing;
An empty world for my empty heart;
Ghosts and goblins dying beyond the cave.
Me and myself, and horror,
Living together
To the end of a neverending death.

Friday, May 14, 2010

In God's name

In God's name we die;

In God's name we kill;
In God's name we cry;
In God's name we pay our bill.

In God's name we love;
In God's name we hate;
In God's name we blacken the white dove;
In God's name we accept our fate.

In God's name we make peace;
In God's name we marry each other;
In God's name we kill at ease;
In God's name we slain our brother.

Good and evil, hand in hand
Are in your name.
Life and death, blood in the land,
The human race's shame.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010


Sadness in the core of darkness;

Sadness as a knife cutting my throat;
Sadness in the living;
Sadness in the dead;
Sadness heavier than a hundred concrete russian buildings;
Sadness at dawn;
Sadness at sunset;
Sadness and tears burning to the end;
Sadness, sadness, sadness,
Blended with my blood for ever.
¡O sadness, be my friend!

Saturday, April 24, 2010


Very smart indeed,
Said the bullshit owner,
The champion of dirty poetry,
Moving through a million bigger,
Stinkier shits.

Mine is better
(They don't know but it is).
I'll keep it for myself,
And maybe for some friends
Free from the shitness of this world.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Brand new

I have run out of poems

So my notebook is back,
With its crimson borders
(I don't have to tell the truth),
And beautiful satine paper.

All verses are wellcome
In my brand new corner,
Open to everyone
But me.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Red eye

In the middle of a huge, red eye
Lives the secret of my life.
I have never seen it;
But I know, they have told me;
The old fashioned family of bears
That visit me every night
To remind me
The shape and the colour of my eye.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Useless efforts

The efforts are not useful at all.
Thousands of calories spent
in the pursuit of a ghost
which we thought a treasure
of manhood, of mastery.

You can never tell, but at least
you need to have seen
horrors and the smile of fortune.
That old elusive lady
daring my skills.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Poems and roses

What's in a poem?

That which we call our love
By any other poem would smell as sweet.

Words are powerful; Mr. Shakespeare knew well.
So powerfull as to combine
a bunch of letters
to create magic.
The secret of the combination
is in the core of wisdom,
of Art.

Thursday, March 11, 2010


Sometimes my imagination

flies and travels far away;
breaks frontiers, reaches far lands;
all in a couple of minutes;
the same time I have spent
to build this ... poem?

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Hollow town

I don’t like towns
Nor do I like frantic people
Rushing to nowhere
As sad as hell,
As hopeless as a stone,
As empty as a hollow,
Piece of meat.

Thursday, March 4, 2010


A kiss for your thoughts;

One million for your smile.
But I couldn't pay for your drops
made of sadness,
poorer than your laughter;
sincere and overwhelming
like a purifying rain
falling from a goddess
into my deepest, unknown soul.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010


Two poems a month;
A penny for the originals.
Excellence needs tough work,
As if poets were miners,
Workers with their filthy hands
Strained and destroyed by writing.

I know a genious
That wrote her best poem
In five minutes,
While talking to her mother.

Monday, March 1, 2010

In a mess

Double language;

Double mind;
Double nonsense;
Double nutrients from mother Earth,
And double fear
Of dying
In hunger.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Misty anguish

My mind aches
At the vision of your misty shape.
The echoes of a remote afternoon
Fly to my bossom
To stay with me tonight,
Till the morrow of a neverending death.

Thursday, February 25, 2010