Stiletto

The distance
the abyss between words
they´re nobody´s fault.
Like the pain always hunting us
like falling in a spiral
like the echo who always brings back the weeping.

I´m Diogenes keeping memories of you.

When the dreams are lost in the light sleeping and our minds fly away inside of them; then is when the world dies for few seconds while the our own created monsters rule it. Next, they toss if we should live or die. If in the morning, any of us doesn´t wake up, we know that we lost the bet. We don´t have any other option than keeping writing and creating new beasts.

Sometimes I wonder what´s wrong inside of us.

Strip the silence
from my skin
Take me in
your body´s oasis.

There is no longer any path that
lead me where I want to go.

Between shadows
you guide
blind origamis
who die
tearing off the heaven.

We shed
our desire
over the sick
Sundays.

In the Revista miNatura´s issue number 99, you will find my short story named “Changing times“. I hope you enjoy it.

“Emperor is dying”
“And what´s going to happen now, Mother?”
“New times, Son. Darkness in this way comes.”
“Will Dragons die?”
“Yes, my son. Many of us will die.”
“But, why? Humans stop hunting us. They don´t even believe in us anymore!”
“The throne´s successor, Fraener, has in his blood the hate for humans. So, he won´t stop until no one will be alive.”
“Mom, I don´t understand it. He is half dragon and half human.
“They are a die-hard passions race. If the love guides them, they will create beauty all along but if it´s the hate who guides them, then the destruction rides on their names.”
“Then, what can we do?”
“The usual, son, fight and die.”

My name hided a thousand dreams
Yours, a thousand promises.
Every night
with you
I empty one of them
to keep them hollow.

I´ve made up a finishing line
where to reach exhaustively.

Your body was made
by dark corners
where only the time
could touch you.

You covered me with shadows.

There weren´t corners
enough to hide
our kisses.
You got your lips
dirty by mine.

Our love
belongs to whispering.

You rip
my sanity off
while I´m getting caught
in your legs´
poison.

You found out another use
for the knees
of this altar boy.

In the Revista miNatura´s issue number 98, you can find my short story named “Hunger“. I hope you like it.

The Central Goverment have just informed us that the latest entry of Ratest 815 has turned out defective. It should be withdrawed from circulation as soon as possible, however, it´s too late. In my sector, we´ve been the first ones in vaccinating and we´re finding out the side effects last two days. This new testosterone mutation stock is more virulent everyday. The hunger for the flesh is doing away with us. The neighbours are eating alive one another. There is no children or elderly people left, they were the first ones to be eaten shortly after the vaccination. In the streets, there are truly slaughters. Civil Security Team has just arrived in the sector and they didn´t miss any minute and they are subduing all the people. This will be another ghost sector soon. I must confess that I did the right thing hiding here, in the hospital Mary Magdalene, the sinners shelter. In the morgue I will have food enough.