A Video-Poem from Experimentación y Creatividad Literaria (Andares Sevilla).
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Juan Bullón, Carmen R. Hiraldo, Carmen Galeto, Manuel Rod.de los Santos y Pedro García Ordiales.
WE WRITE
We write from the enjoyment of our literary voice,
from the present indicative that claims us:
I write, you write, he writes.
We write.
We do.
THEY SAY
They say that after sex there's nothing left.
That once the fire arrives and is put out
nothing remains to be done but
sleep, reflect or smoke the cigarrette.
Sex is what it is,
a raw, animal, desperate instant,
an emptying out of spasms.
What remains once the goal is achieved?
Nothing. Zero.
There's no time for a postscriptum,
just the possibility of recharging
(languid sobriety behind your gaze’s ray).
They say that after life there's nothing left,
neither emptiness nor recharge
neither spasms
nor the usual turning back .
There's no turning back, compadre!
But...
How should we take life?
How do we take it, hermana?
Like the act, it burns me!
It's instantaneous and soluble.
It's defying and defied .
It's:
like the heaven from your caress.
PS: I love you.
BLACK SPHINX
I like her silhouette when she sits looking at the horizon.
Ears: in profile. Snout: sharp.
Black sphinx and stillness: haughtiness in appearance.
Engrossed and alert, seemingly to be under a spell until something distracts her and she starts wagging her tail.
Comes back to life.
She turns and runs towards me like she's just discovered me!
Vibrant and restless, she raises her legs and I caress her.
Her gaze is water. Her heart, joy and bullet.
Wait, I'm getting up to run and head home!
HOW A SAD GRAMMARIAN COMPLAINS DISTRACTED (COOL)
Let's say that today my verse gets stuck and padding comes out.
Let's also say that the noun I dedicate to you
is here,
next to my knotted tongue.
A verb goes by and I gaze at it.
I don't like it from bottom to top,
from top to bottom even less.
I shake it and it's empty
and I look for another, and another.
And I reel off.
I think I'm in the doldrums!
I think I do not poet!
What will my luck be without yours!
My life depends on it
and I can see that I'm still alive.
I hum our song
when my left eye cries.
And waiting and out of time
I go ahead and write it down
for my other eye also cries
the right one disconsolate.
MEOWS AND HORRORS
We receive letters of evictions, defaults, heartbreaks, and from the bank! And because of that, I tiptoe by the mailbox in order not to find myself face to face with those letters that smell of poison and you think they will never arrive, but they do!
Yesterday, I saw a large sepia envelope sticking out of the top that I immediately recognized. I stopped to scan the mourning box. How great! How happy! I feel lucky! I have the garbage container close by and they will meow in horror.
KNOWING
People usually know what they want
usually know what they need.
usually know what they desire.
Me, on the other hand, I usually find myself in a storm between what I want, what I need and desire.
However,
I find it easier to know what I do not want, what I do not need, and what I do not desire.
And it's because the excess of security that comes from knowing what we want, need or desire,
gives me an excess of insecurity.
The truth is that I don't know if I explain myself
because I lose myself in the world of WANTING.
And if there is something that is clear to me is
what I DO NOT WANT.
LAST DISPATCH
One sticks to everything, one adapts to the environment.
Two do as well. But two or more
shape a whole, a dialectic, a logic of love and fire,
of performances in this universe
of repeating stickers that shape the times.
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