The Blue Room


you achieved full sexual satisfaction.
how I could make her suffer.
the medication
of the mouth.

we came to the conclusion,
She died when she was a baby
about it.

Thanks to the little circles.
She knew his days were numbered.
I’ve wasted because of you.

When I think of all the years
I remember a young boy,
People get divorced every day.
At the funeral everyone knew

I thought she was cold,
I meant your sexual relationship
A spoon with traces of jam.
some saline solution,

Didn’t you desire her?
In bed at night I used to wonder
We love each other.
but thought about other things.

you wrote, “I haven’t forgotten you”.
the dates of my periods.
properly recorded.
a death sentence.

She stuttered.
Enjoy the holiday.
She wouldn’t have cried for long.
I thought about it a lot. I wanted

From beginning to end.
knew we were meant for each other.
I got undressed as usual,
…for causing the death of…

I see a cross.
A drive belt.
Your mouth is bleeding.
Because you used to kiss

I suppose you burned those letters
Emergency closure.
And when she took a lover…

circles mean that I see every month.
No doors, no windows,
Children don’t go to funerals.
Hers. I’ve already told

it was because you had disappeared.
After some time,
Our love, our promises.




She’s a bottomless swamp
and empty tunnel.
a god-awful coward.
and a world forever out of reach,

All I saw was the nightie,
It settles in your soul.
resurrection itself
Mouth to mouth, heart to heart,

The fog gets into the corners,
those blond plaits,
those tinkling voices,
stories of disintegration.

One must return to beauty.
I cling to nothing,
Two hands clasped together,
Mourning for you, darling

What’s wrong with him?
in trying to speak
the madness of hopelessness.
moaning like the doves of the valleys,

That woman is…
is just one form of ruin
inside are plague and famine.
From every swing and turn.

So it was this awful inner tension
about that unnameable world.
They shall throw their silver
under the pewter sky

glances that raise the dancer
her tenderness, her faithfulness,
Perhaps a single crack
with which she clung to me

Then she crawled into the corner
and counted them.
She’ll have a different life.
Because stories end badly.

She stood crying in her nightie.
The package has been opened.
and more ruthless
I’m not attached to anything

knees shall become weak as water.
We’ll know what to cling to
I still don’t understand.
somebody who could make me believe

I have my safety margins.
Never again
I bring the most wicked
shall go to the mountains,

Rediscover life again.
just like I’d never loved her.
it is hidden by a light and warmth
And there won’t be another

that frail body
the pitiful effort
It’s finished
don’t count on temporary ruin.

star to star.
it would be the unforgivable end
The joy of great things.
once this world explodes.

Irrevocable disintegration.
all the consequences…
who swallows you up
that warms the heart.

I know that I’m alone.
Just wailing without moving.
I couldn’t believe
something deeper




Everything gets destroyed.
whenever he heard your broken voice.
Her wings were broken,
this pile of stones is home,

Forgive me for wanting to cry,
without him touching me.
the poets aren’t the ones
with a bottomless pit in your belly.

The red ants were eating
They think you are in heat.
Just do like this, look.
in your fucking silence.

If I can take your woman’s clothes off
We stare at the ruins
even if your body doesn’t obey you.
Well, that’s how I feel,

And talking about loneliness,
Time for bed.
derelicts, diabetics, sellouts,
in that fucking cage you built.

That’s why Dad cried
From within,
drawing miniatures
and the damn things never end.

The crane was barely breathing
into the highest branches of the trees
and we mourn him
and the intimacy of the wells.

I remember my grandma telling me,
They won’t kill me. Don’t worry.
Is it true you once made Bob Dylan cry?

Her boyfriend.
listened to you all the time.
crushed her skull.

The guy was bleeding out,
from the open wound,
and I found this poem
flowing out of its side.

I’m dying.
for living a lie.
This is a terrible loss
of the spaces we grew up in.

we can lie on the warm ground
There’s no one here.
And say things with truth from inside.

I taught you about Rilke.
to express our profound regret
finders keepers.
You let the wrong ones in

people with inferiority complexes
shoot it in black-and-white
Forgive me, I feel like crying,
Yes, color blind and dumb.

He thinks the whole world
was his mouth.
next to a vulture about to eat her,
It’s the smell of the strike.

Dedicated to the friend
who watches the trains departing.
and their symbiotic genes
are like filthy rags.

The cassette player is broken.
covered in mud.
I was going over my notebooks,
and they are warm.

So many collapsed fragments.
and you didn’t pick me up.
You said, “That feeling.”
It belongs to me and you

Little seals.
one on top of the other,
Another damn moment of silence.


Heart of Glass


A whole forest of stone.
I become light, lighter, lighter.
dance in the red glow…
with the words scattered around…

Naked in bed again.
She is cooling off,
When she dismounts,
For many years they gaze

I see the trees burning like matchsticks.
a juniper bush in the twilight…
The lake is dyed red.
A rocky island far out in the sea,

Yes, she may wear her hair down.
in the tumbling waters.
Tell her I no longer wish

The chaos of the stars
crumbles and collapses.
I feel an undertow,
…and live in it.

I need a glass to contain my blood,
Then it becomes dark and still.
relinquished from the world.
…and thrown into the lake,

there is war in every house.
like a heap of stones.
Your backbone is not soft.
…like tree branches.

…day after day,
But, like sleep-walkers,
People become ill…
and a big island half drowns.

You won’t collapse
get away when the snow lies.
then she will not crack any more.
…will pine for the

The lilac bushes…
That is the pure ingredient.
I fly upwards.
I do not see any more.

a green and yellow dust arises.
pathetic and senseless.
…with a burning branch in his hand…
surprised when she returns.

I have to go to the woods.
Where the black box drops,
The sea rises
And look, the other falls

For years he stood alone,
Glass has a fragile soul.
The glass for the lake
Bring it in.

He who has smooth hands will be slain.
like a sign of hope…
I must see something again.
and then the earth.

It is so dark.
It is unstained.
Your prayer has worked a miracle.
my backbone had crumbled.


La Ville Des Pirates


Day breaks.
every 10 years.
these magnificent seascapes.
Under the carpets.
Under my tongue…
important blood stains
and jewels.

You are full of lies,
Heart of snow.
you ache for another
Bite my skull.
with the bottom of the sea.
and the wind from the cemetery.

My life flows like honey.
I like long stories.
I lived reasonably happy
I remember nothing.
The corpse cries for the corpse.
we’re craving something else.
Lapis-lazuli of the shadows

The absolute happiness of love.
when everything becomes metallic.
He crushed himself on the rocks.
which writhe beneath my skin.
You have besmirched my face with a
A million thanks.
Life is beautiful.

a miserable childhood.
within the… walls of… the castle.
He decided to enter
Void of my void.
I have two loves,
less grey, less dull.
atavistic and salvific.

We take part in this greyness, don’t we?
Such ideas the stars trigger
bloody and nocturnal,
like the smell of church candles
Why am I white like this?
like her heart.
in a glass of milk.

the death of his mother.
vespers of hospital blue.
emancipated and mercurial.
and it was the end of the world,
Your aroma diffuses itself…
She never existed.
We never get used to things,

My life may not be recounted with words.
flowing into the sea
by the foul and wicked rainwater
such harsh words slip out,
Today nothing is the same
Thus blind beauty.
in spite of the waves and pitfalls.

I fell very low, I confess.
the family jewels appear
they take light
So many graveyards calling
They were neglecting you.
They decided to break the vase
to make a world

The Virgin of Lourdes doesn’t exist.
sharpens the menstrual organisation
By the hot smell of her confidence.
She could not bear your absence.
the windowpane without glass.
is evanescent and withered.




Hello. Let me kiss you.
A black one.
I’ve got a farewell surprise for you, too.
And your girlfriend is gone.
That’s the way she plays that game.
He filled his pockets.
Without sugar or anything.

See how the needle is swinging?
there hasn’t been a trace of him since.
The devil will take him.
Fuck the small change.
A bird comes flying…
With false hopes
and they long for love

Cowboy, kick that bitch in the ribs.
Come on, little snail.
The prison doors are open.
where my whole world is collapsing again.
l’m sure she’ll come.
they do it the gentle way,
like somebody in a cage.

He’s hanging from the gallows tree,
is writhing with painful longing.
And on the side of my truck it says
Written off, written off.
This language is a little unfamiliar to me,
Cross my heart and hope to die.
There are stains on it,

If you cry a lot, you need to piss less.
…listen to some music and whatever.
One handkerchief.
of disappointment and bitterness.
Like marble.
He was keen on making Sabine his own,

It seems that you’ve fallen a little bit
I won’t see you again
This piano is hard. The sound is dull.
You wouldn’t recognise me any more.
Your girl is roaming around,
stretch your hands out eastwards.
Then he will be swept away.

As a Christmas tree.
You’ve bought her.
You can imagine that these moments
about this strip of fallow land for ten years.
You can crash at mine.
I need to be alone once in a while.
The needle is no longer swinging.




I abandoned him.
A cripple like me.
Everyone dies.
Ebb and flow of tidal waves
He grew up without love.
But ended up with nothing.

Can a pine tree live
dying by your hands.
alone again.
With his elbow as a pillow
Stab me.
I can’t survive being

I’m sorry I abandoned you.
violence, fury…
sounds like a lullaby
Forgive me for coming so late.
Forgive me.

You have a mother?
who still remembers you.
Go buy a cake.
Please don’t harm her.
I have a big birth mark.
I’ll gladly be a cripple.

hatred, jealousy…
Play it for the baby.
You’re the one who left me
Wish I can grind you

The beginning and the end
Don’t feel guilty
Don’t you ever die
Now, you feel the heartache
That is enough.