Poetry in Focus

Stills of travel, adventure, landscapes and beautiful people met.

Young man taking a mirror selfie with a camera, wearing a brown leather jacket and a blue shirt inside a room.

Beauty seen is lovely.

Beauty felt is, rather, addictive.

Scenic landscape of farmland with trees and mountains under a clear blue sky.

Nos queremos con rabia, como se quiere

algo que pronto perece. Algo así como se quiere la última noche de otoño.

A person riding a blue motorcycle on a road, wearing a helmet and brown jacket, with a blurred background.

A modo de respirar tu aroma en el viento. Cerquita te quiero...

Woman with curly hair pulling back a red curtain in a photo booth, standing beside a sign that advertises taking your own photos for $5 with four poses included.

Yesterday

I woke up

amid slumber,

deep inside

the memoirs written

on your skin.

City skyline at dusk with tall buildings and light trails from moving vehicles in the foreground.
A rustic farm scene with a large red barn, a smaller wooden shed, and a stone structure with a sloped roof, set amidst green fields and trees under a partly cloudy sky.

Rather have my heart broken than to never have dared feel at all.

In latitude unknown, I'm certain those walls still hold on to the echo of your voice.

That nameless sound of skin brushing skin devoid of everything else.

How sweet, you tasted.

I'm certain, that room still mourns our absence.

Two people standing in shallow water at the beach under a clear blue sky, with a distant shoreline visible in the background.

To find true conversation is rare, nowadays, for I will have questions that you've never dared ask yourself.

A river or canal with boats, including one moving away, and buildings along the shoreline under a colorful sunset sky with scattered clouds.

Regreso a la soledad en un impulso de amor. Para interiorizar los besos, los abrazos, las agresiones, los peligros, en fin, las travesías, vestigios y virtudes de esta aventura.

Volver a casa con un torso desbordado de oxigeno.

A man in a suit and cap standing in front of a glass wall with neon art and marble design, dimly lit.

Soy el niño que se perdía en los montes, distraído en sí. que veía lo que no tenía que ver y estaba donde no tenía que estar; porque carecía de miedo y sobraba la curiosidad. Pregúntale a doña Carmen si algo me puede detener.

A woman standing outdoors on rocks with mountains, trees, and a clear blue sky in the background, wearing a black leather jacket, black pants, black shoes, and carrying a green bag.

Es fútil la resistencia y de a poco te das cuenta que son tantos y tan pesados los milenios de conciencia colectiva tirando de tu piel, apartándote de mi, robándote el mismísimo tiempo. Mas tu cuerpo, infinitamente sabio, te recuerda de mi.

White church with Baroque-style architecture, decorative moldings, and a small dome on top, under a cloudy sky.

Amongst the ether of sameness, there's you. Like the unexpected gaze of desire of a Wednesday. Just when you were about to give up un love. The silhouette of your naked body on a room that only ever knew loneliness.

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The weird, out of blue, the beautiful.

A person writing on a piece of paper surrounded by blurred decorative plants and flowers.

New York

2018

Man with tattoos holding a large tree branch over his shoulder, wearing a cap, gray shirt, and sunglasses hanging from his shirt, standing outdoors on a street.
View of a courtyard through an archway, with a multistory building featuring arches and balconies in the background, and a tiled walkway with people walking and sitting.

Siempre le escribiré al amor, porque me ha dado fortunas, porque insisto en que permanezca.

El valor de enfrentar lo desconocido se sostiene en la mirada de quien ha vivido a mi lado, la musa. Ahí las memorias de los monstruos que he vencido, la leyenda que vive desapercibida entre versos y caricias.

Silhouettes of two people standing on a balcony, overlooking a cityscape with tall buildings and a partly cloudy sky.

Ve a descubrir el mundo, te espero al final con un beso en pausa porque entiende de libertad.

View of an airplane wing silhouette against a sunset or sunrise sky, seen through an airplane window.

Le creíste a ellos y dudaste del instinto que te precipita hacia mi. Escuchaste la voz de quien no conoce sobre el tierno impulso de tu piel. Escogiste el temor.

Hoy recito los poemas que eran tuyos, mis palabras recorren el mundo, pues en la cima no hay hospedaje para cobardes.

A man with long hair, sunglasses, and a beard stands outside the Whiskey River bar or restaurant. He is wearing a black leather jacket with a shearling collar and a white t-shirt, and has necklaces around his neck. The sign for Whiskey River is above him.
A white BMW motorcycle parked inside a dimly lit garage surrounded by covered cars.

Una vez te acercas a mi, con a piel vestida de primavera, me hago eterno en ti.

I write weirdly, I talk weirdly,

I spend so much time in my mind

I sometimes forget to make the proper sounds.

It doesn't really matter, intentions can never be contained or misunderstood.

A blue sports car driving on a highway under a cloudy sky.

Entre venados suicidas, neblina, lluvia y puentes; lagos, montañas y camiones varados. La noche es tan inmensamente oscura y en la entrega de atravesar culturas extraterrestres, mi conciencia se ve manifestada en un "no man's land" junto con la soledad de una peregrinación a través de la implacable muerte de invierno. Las aventuras como tu las conoces mi niña, no son las mismas que he vivido. Soy el que atraviesa tormentas para dormir en los brazos de su amada.

Two men stand on a balcony with city buildings in the background. One man with a beard and long hair, wearing a cap and a colorful shirt, leans against the railing. The other man, with a beard and mustache, wearing a hat and a yellow shirt, stands with his hand on the railing, looking at the camera.

We are the story we tell ourselves, so I became the poet, to give it depth and complexity. To experience the beauty, to extract perspective and meaning out of everyday things and at worst, rather than regret, the beautiful nostalgia of that which was lived.

Tall modern glass skyscraper in a city under a cloudy, foggy sky, with street lamps and other buildings in the foreground.

Dos astros conversan.

Dicen que la realidad se funde con los pensamientos de quien más fuerte cree, piénsame mucho, que esa energía permanezca y forme galaxias con las partículas de nuestro aliento.

Yo aún te imagino.

A person wearing a navy baseball cap with the word "poet" embroidered on it, a black leather jacket, and a plaid scarf, smiling and pointing with their thumb, standing against a brick wall.

Tengo la musa, pitonisas y unas cuantas brujas de mi lado, cuidándome del mal. Inamovible en esa promesa, que lo verdaderamente mío, nadie me lo puede quitar. Pronto atravieso este desierto con heridas y aforismos. Ya pronto en la maleza, dice el augurio, tierra húmeda y agua del glaciar. Allá me espera la piel.

Close-up of tree branches covered in ice and water droplets, with a blurred background of a cloudy sky and a vehicle.

The trail of fire on a man's chest arises both from war and love making. The blood warms, every fiber in your body vibrates alike on each end of the duality.

It is the simplest of things, to choose on which side to stumble on. This one is for those who err on the side of love.

Cityscape viewed through a glass window, with an overcast sky and a tall hotel building in the distance.

Mariposa

Optas por citas olvidables en bosques de concreto, no se, si en realidad piensas que no tienes de otra. 

De este lado, el romance hace reverencia, las conversaciones perduran; la piel, el amuleto y el retrato en la memoria lo anidan por siempre. Haces cosas para olvidar, aquí mi niña, para recordar con cariño.

A man with long curly hair and a beard standing next to a motorcycle in a parking lot during dusk, wearing a leather jacket and necklace, in black and white.

Te escribo, poque no siempre te tengo a un suspiro de distancia para decírtelo absolutamente todo con los ojos.

Looking up at two modern high-rise buildings, one with a curving facade and balconies, and the other with a grid of large windows and balconies with trees inside.

Puedo borrarte las huellas que dejaron sus manos sobre tu cuerpo, 

puedo sembrar en esos rincones de tu mente donde nadie te ha tocado.

Abriré la ventana para que te bañes de viento y sol.

A person in mid-air over a black motorcycle in an outdoor setting, with trees and a horse in the background during dusk or dawn.

Si fuera por mi, viviría en el micro mundo de tu tibieza. De horizonte, el rojo cerezo de tus labios y las tormentas eléctricas que causan tu piel.

An elderly man with a long white beard sitting on a sandy beach, wearing a hat with a feather, playing an acoustic guitar, and reading a piece of paper. The beach is calm with boats on the water and a clear sky.

Tengo muchos poemas atorados en el ajetreo de sobrevivir.

Reflected view of a street scene in a window in a brick and white stucco building, with a person walking past in front, appearing blurry and ghostly.

Soy como el viento, invisible y etéreo. En ningún lugar y en todos. Igual de sutil y extenso.

Sientes mi caricia intangible escurrirse por tus dedos, no es intencional amor, pero la libertad me apresa.

Looking up at the interior of a domed ceiling in a historic building, showing ornate architectural details and decorative artwork.

“The common remains and the individual disappears.” The old man said, a long time ago. But he failed to realize that the individuals are not of this existence, merely passing through.

Low-angle view of modern building with large glass windows and tiled roof, against a cloudy sky.

In a daydream, I was nothing and nobody as usual.

In it, the universe shrunk down so I could trace the stars with my fingers.

I was nothing, like the empty space that holds everything.

A Siberian husky with icy blue eyes and a red tongue, standing on snow-covered ground with other huskies and sleds in the background. Two people are seen in the background, near buildings with colorful roofs, suggesting a dog sledding area.

To have captured that look, in the instant that you gave yourself away just before pretending not to see me.

A man wearing a white t-shirt, navy cap, burgundy pants, and sneakers stands in a historical building with marble floors and columns, looking at his wristwatch.

Quiero cubrirte de besos, cada espacio de la piel. Para espantar lo malo con el residuo de mi aliento.

Foggy scene of leafless trees on a hillside residential area, with visible cars and houses.

Aveces, entre segundos me ausento y me pega fuerte la nostalgia de sentir la tibieza tropical y finge durar para siempre con el contraste de este invierno perpetuo.

Más de la piel que del sol.

A rural scene seen through a car window with side mirror visible, showing a country road, a field of tall dried grass, a house, and leafless trees under a clear blue sky.

Many people have told me throughout the years to focus only on one thing, to be singular and master one pursuit.

How boring my life would’ve been If I had listened.

An elderly man with a beard and a hat smiling and looking at a young woman with short dark hair, who is also smiling, outdoors in a green, hilly landscape.

Se nos pasa la vida y coge polvo en amor que guardamos dentro. Donde no pertenece, donde no hace nada por nadie.

A narrow street in a European city with colorful old buildings, including a prominent red brick building with white accents and a tower, and a person walking on the sidewalk wearing winter clothing.

In the most colorless of days, it’s the memories in the forgotten parts of me that feel you the most, that remember you the most. Flickering like prisms full of promise refusing to die.

It’s the memories of you stored away beneath this skin that keeps gravity at bay.