The Sea Inside


It’s a sweet death.
Your loss.
The feeling of peace
through blood and bones.

Those who dare swim here
to happiness.
isn’t a life either.
And it rains.

and then I noticed your eyes,
all of that…
two more pills won’t kill me.

She hung up.
against the sea floor.
the textures…

You should know that the process
There are other ways of making love.
It’s mostly poetry.

and we’re going to make love.
a wheelchair?
life for me in this condition…
Now I know sometimes

I wanted to buy you a telescope
into that dead end
your life flashing before your eyes.

beloved sea.
any pictures of you around here…
Just remembering.
and you have no air left,

that thing about suddenly seeing
doesn’t matter.
horizon of water.
Life is actually something else.

If you need extra blankets,
I don’t feel a thing.
will be my ally from now on.
but the Church

What’s up, sailor?
Is it true you don’t feel anything?
I arrive at the sea
that doesn’t require me

My son says you’re pretending,
he jumped
There’s a huge window
and nothing else.

I’ve never seen more beautiful
Then, I feel your hands,
and a little orchard
of 200 milligrams.

Many have raised their voices
cling so passionately
Kiss your mother for me,
Forgive me for not being able

I was distracted.
right when the undertow
Nothing, you know.
that will lead to my death

Well, she’s in a lot of pictures.
and religious organizations,
you end up collapsing again
you die instantly.

to be burnt alive?
three times already.
Just the way I like it.

living in that hell
The sea gave me my life
From the bottom of my heart.
this is good and closed.

and break my neck.
and judgment.
I’m quite certain of my feelings,
a crime in themselves,

I refuse to give in to this inertia,
which are beautiful.
The person who truly loves me
is an impossible journey for me.

No, Marc, no. We had to try.
And in case I fail to tell you
whether I was willing to love
I travel to where I imagine

but we wouldn’t put cyanide
Because he can’t move.
But please, send me a sign.
Thank you. Do you want me


A New Life


and not being able to say this.

To love, until you lose your mind.
That’s no good.

To love

Leave him!
…except in the pain of good-bye

I don’t know what’s happening
Take your clothes off.

That’s not possible.

American Dollar.

I am looking for a special girl.
The whole night?

Happy is the man, who dies of love
In deinem Haus werde ich

You look worried.
All girls are something special…

niemals Unruhe stiften.
But I need her.

…until you lose your mind.
I don’t care.

I’ll show you the girls.

I can’t.


Night Wind


A marriage bed?
It wasn’t electrified?

Will you abandon me
of those six years.
pissed near the barbed wire.

this house.
another person.
But LSD was something else.

They gave you electroshocks
Because for me women
psychiatric ward.

his suffering.
mirror. All those details.
a lead bed.

I drank.
Everything that hurts.
that athlete dying inside.

I’ve never fucked.
Actually “being” was enough.
and thought about suicide…

And he had a speech
It hurts.
to see your breasts.

The streets are full of guys
When making love,
I swear. I swear to you.

Kiss me.
Yes, she is the kind you leave
You are hurting me.

She is bad, but she is strong.
The balance is lost.
Tie your hair. I like you austere.

It’s sad.
the first time.
She killed herself.

You are beautiful.
focused on Fine Arts.
the belly…

Loosen the belt.
It’s a pity, because I
don’t cause hallucinations.

I wanted you and said…
From the horrors
unfinished as finished things.

he valued friendship a lot.
he lived his degradation
ripping the traffic lights.

You feel admired, superior.
Because its the true

you’ll lose blood.
and he said…
Wait. I’ll take a picture.

I haven’t seen a pretty
Since last time.

I drank.
the grave.
It’s the only solution.




Our fathers kept us apart.
Through the mountains.

The weeks go by,
Undo your hair.

The spoon, the spoon.
And the next day, we parted.

they get to this desert island.
I don’t know, we didn’t call it that.

Then he died.
One day, the boat…

I fall on the rubble,
At last, she comes.

Life began.
Mine died two years ago.

So they drift,
For your hair.

I tried to brake.
lt’s nothing, but I do.

I’m in danger.
Don’t stay there.

Spread your legs.
She’s like that.

forcing. I’ll go in later.

Cover your eyes.
At 9.25 p.m.

It carried on.
Leave me alone.

the boat sinks.

It just happens.
Claudia Schiffer.

It’s a bore.
My lovely one,

We hardly spoke.
and my knee is all bloody.

I’m in a nuns’ orphanage.
I must have been about 6,

I’ve not seen you.
I’ll take you home.

I was with her.
It’s good when it’s cold.

Listen, darling,
One day, it’ll all be over.

I have a heart murmur.
In your room.

We were scared.
Maybe we held hands.

We wandered around for hours.

If the nuns see my wound,
It’s true.

I’m scared.
We didn’t know those words.


Wet Woman in the Wind


your slender white fingers
killed yourself somewhere.
That’s a painful memory.
I’ll bury it inside me…

there really was nothing between us.
Didn’t you feel it?
I’ll just touch you.
It can have many meanings.

A dull sound…
It lasted three weeks for lighting.
She merely laughed out loud,

Back in Tokyo, all the furious men
A local stray dog on the loose.
Merbromin didn’t do

I can tell by a guy’s skin.
and upon trying to touch her,
One summer after class,
The spell is about to wear off.

her translucent head fell in a spray of blood,
Honesty box
Kiss me.

but he’s just a middle-aged washout now.
has been recaptured by its keepers,
and that girl swallowed it.
I thought you knew him well.

One day by the A-B-sea,
at the end of your journey.
she vanished into the hole.
No words this time.

But I’ll add something.
If you touch her,
until last night’s earthquake.

I hear she’s been hanging
has used magic to become human,
Never mind your name.
it does not exist in this world.


A Short Film About Killing


People will love you…
I feel it again now
The sentence

…my eyes filled with tears
I was her favourite.

Of course
…all against me

Pulling out grey hairs
my father’s grave
the deterrent

My speech… perhaps if I had
We could go to the mountains
Specially made by the wife

…it is the impact of punishment
It’s warm

It intimidates others
said crime…
The road’s closed further on

She was going to the forest…
The curtain’s stuck
A delivery

Someone dropped them on me
The crease will still show
She just cried

she loved greenery
and strong

Article 50 of the Penal Code
and as a human being
do whatever you wish

First Communion
I never know
I wanted to…

You always write so neatly
Fix it
You’re not losing

Two thousand
All in order
As treacherous as people

There was a meadow there,
A cream cake
Now everything is up to you


La Grande Illusion


We know everything, Mummy and I.
shot down in flames
But that’s not what I want
May the earth lie gently

She, out of sheer kindness
hasn’t cut her hair…
Long may it last.
and reach the woods.

I am as weary as a girl
A little hole, to escape by.
Not for me.
If I’m suffocating…

She gave me flowers
We’ve nothing in common.
She did a lot for charity.
I can count on my fingers.

I dream of dandelion salad.
Strong words.
A silver plate.
Twenty-two nights of love,

Spine fractured in two places.
I’m looking forward to the tulips
And the infant Jesus…
To put out my flame

disguised as a woman.
She says she’s alone at home.
Whatever happens,
above Lake Constance

I’m sad because your pretty eyes
A very handy little gutter.
Real dresses.
And a mouth like a child’s

Mummy knows.
That I loved her
Principles of Algebra,
and the candles.

Don’t disturb our dreams yet.
Wait till dark.
at my home.

that gang of lunatics…
in the Halls.
are ivy and nettles.
and courage.

soldiers play like children.
With arousing eyes
So no need to become sentimental.
The reeds were too wet to sleep in.

English cigarettes
Slow work.
If your ship’s on fire,
A sad oversight.

It’s nothing… a nerve.
Burns everywhere.
Of course.
Pure angel, radiant angel

I am broken-hearted.
and shot.
I missed my chance…
To be killed in a war

a friendly voice..
You must admit it’s stirring.
your many kindnesses.
so badly translated…




Love is one thing,
and three times,
Broken by the pain inflicted

Lamb of God
I’m forgetting you.
And I– I– still don’t know

a dark corner of the painting,
has submerged
I heard the conversation

I wish.
A promise…
you failed me.

the girl who changed her mind.
lying in a star shape.
I’m forgetting her.

It’s hard to see things
because I wanted
of what is drowned in light.

one has to work on loving
in your arms.
from behind

I’ve realized what home is.
because it’s brutal or eerie,
Take her with you.

The ”universal wound.”
A stab.
of a love poem.

But why does she still stutter
because she wanted
ln labor and love making,

Talking means nothing.
We live in bloodless times.
Everything is perfectly lit

Look at their eyes and lips.
That’s where you abandoned me,
to lovers and tigers,

I remember a Spanish poem
I see daylight and I see darkness.
It must not leave any marks.

She is deaf and mute.
But she’s ideal.
The heater.

Good bye.
by the weight of the dead body,

And here the flesh
attached to her wrists,
I couldn’t care less.

Fuck you!
is the echo of what the night
Everybody’s saddened

This composition is filled with holes,
Delacroix said that.
because this is the wrong path.

Why did you abandon me?
The poor are generally right.
Say it again.

I’m nothing at all.
approximations of verisimilitude.
A whale.

You promised
What the night submerges
It’s over.


The Emigrants


the Bible and natural sciences.
It talks about the body.
They say it’s meant to be terrible
His heart stops sometimes,

cross beams made of wood,
She should have a stake in her,
they’ve attached little hooks
keep you for eternity.

We will put our faith in God.
It is the little girl who died.
I promise.
I’m so dizzy.

The god-damn ocean.
There are a few drops.
snow for Midsummer…
and the purity of his lamb.

in the morning the flowers open
spirit of discontent
The ground was soaked in human blood.
Close. It is close… to here.

My little boy.
my part in this.
all kinds of disasters.

I follow the holy scriptures.
because they are liquid.
Your father is a cripple.
hair loss and other things.

There’s a fire.
All because we trust you.
and her rich bounty
Then we will all drown.

My wife is bleeding to death.
Something about the weather.
at the bottom of the sea.
black and evil as the devil himself.

He beat me with a fencepost.
as we do here at home.
Old mother is going to die tonight.
and my conscience.

Most women are of the flesh. You can make
Everything is wet.
pouting of the lips,
sinful lusts in the men folk.

Christ died for my sins.
He smells of spirits.
came from the old, dirty world
plenty of space for all three of us.

onyx be a torment to us.
or 28 days in prison.
The soil here is cursed.
and it had just swallowed the wife.

So we can cross the perilous ocean safely.
Hold on tight.
and then it’s the priest.
thinking of the same thing.

There’s a fire.
I got it as a gift.
the gravest sin there is.
The greenest fields are always

I never said that.
One person is enough.
She is dead.
I wouldn’t have imagined we were

so that we may grow stronger.
if we sit here with our hands in our laps.
This could be the downfall of you and yours.

The Lord woke me and said :
He walks around suffering.
When they see these rags
On a big stone bastard.

I broke the plough.
I don’t have the strength to chew.
When will we die, mother?
But you never say anything.


I Wish


Pink is impossible
The petals are so pretty
That means we all die

What’s wrong with dying
Is to be dazzled by the light
It’s only faintly sweet

We tried but we can’t
pass each other

To be alive now
to intensify the sweetness
it all comes out as pee

Imagine if everything had meaning
the cherry blossom
in our notebooks,

your favorite sweets
They’re black
When she smiles

A ghost?
She sure resembles her

I want to talk to you about something
That’s my miracle
This is secret

We’re connected by a thread
washing powder and soap
Paper scissors rock

Eruptions are proof
Yeah, the volcanic ash
will connect

Remember when they had
Light rain forecast in the mountain
So many seeds

Six bags of granulated sugar
crayfish and loaches
Nice waves in your head

I’m sure he’s missing
A miracle
In that case, forget I ever

you’d choke
I think that’s it
Why ashes fall

Wait, wait, wait
3 years for peaches,
The molten lava killed

This is a ghost
Your guardian,

Even if there’s no miracle,
What if we write
the mountain’s still alive

I used granulated sugar,
Rekindling love at reunions
apart for now

And butterfly?
come true, just like a falling star
It’s small and dirty

She’s not barefoot,
Colder than yesterday
Marble died

8 years is long
The number you have dialed

You have your white one-piece
It’s light
will become cloudy

Even if there’s no miracle,
These crumbs are the best