I saw her Apocalypse
the street was on fire
the walls were bleeding
in a sheer drop
the building collapses
all around
I could see the fear
in her eyes
looking for the roots
of a nonexistent tree
in front, a sort of parade
of empty lovers
falling into the hollow
of the cracked pavement
there was no moon
and there was no light
apart from the fire
she ran
hiding from the ghosts
and their evils
but they found her teardrop
over a death daisy
and then
she woke up.

My nose has bled over the table
and you left me without
paper tissues or glamour magazines,
all those things I need to rehearse
my scene locked up in the bathroom
and the light turns frightening
when I hear his breath
through the walls,
when I hear his steps
in the corridor
cause nothing could be as terrible as him
standing here, right next to me,
unfeeling.

Obra de Chiara Bautista - milk

Flor de cerezo

While a white dove clean its wings in my window
you trample the cherry blossoms with no mercy,
the shit expands over the pavement.

Concrete

The crab is on the lung,
the ash floats in the sky.
It´s all so grey.
Is useless to pray.
Unbelievable...
Unbelievable!
A dragonfly in my way.
The marble is cold
the blood is frozen.
People are also frozen,
fragile and vulnerable.
People are afraid...
Afraid at the mundane reality.
And what about me?
I´m sorry,
I´m still running around
the circle of life.

stardust

The cat is looking at me
& I´m staring at the moon.
Your eyes, always full of lies...
My food, fighting with the flies.
You think I´m losing my time,
but you just don´t understand
that I belong to the stars.