FLASHES
On the long road,
between the airport and the trains,
watching how people travel to their destinations.
Running without desire everywhere,
clinging to the abyss of being,
tracing
my destiny.
Creating for others,
making my own path,
detached from the lives of others,
in my time, where the hours run and fly.
In the madness of having to live while watching the degradation,
while everything collapses, while they strip us of everything.
In a world that changes unstoppably and heads toward the abyss,
I make my own time spin, I speed it up,
and I resist being a slave,
I am a slave,
but I know it.
In the days,
in the everyday,
swimming against the current,
among lies and the miseries of life,
paying all kinds of tributes,
everything has a price,
even being a slave,
while I look at you,
and live within me
that other life
that is there,
in myself.
While I fill myself
with pus and swell,
in that final journey with no return.
Final flashes to create,
unstoppable final moments,
in that brilliant moment of the zenith,
where no one has the right to enter,
only moments of reflection,
before lowering the curtain,
still traveling,
in the glow
of lucidity.
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PUS
Pus,
blood,
infection.
Decay,
inflammation.
Unstoppable,
I am leaving,
little
by
little.
With nothing,
without fighting,
the time has come
to let everything go,
to leave the mists behind,
to stop living in the clouds,
to come down to the earth, to the dust, to my dust.
I finally stopped drowning my poems in tears;
it is time to gather all that I was and throw it overboard.
My sea expands and everything turns into foul‑smelling pus inside,
inflamed on the outside, dead within, the clock keeps moving.
It is inevitable to lose the will to live
when misery suffocates me.
I lost the battle of life,
I return to dust,
to grey
ashes.
In a life
that slips away,
I ceased to be.
I am pus,
I am blood,
corrupted,
little by little
I disintegrate
in the infections
that kill me bit by bit,
a little more each day.
I stopped fighting,
I accepted it,
I am leaving.
Little by little
I disintegrate
in this world
that is not mine,
nor is this body.
I leave alone,
it is for the best.
I chose to die,
as alone
as I lived.
It is what I chose,
I liked the path,
it is time to leave everything behind,
the victory over the slavery
of living until the end of being myself,
and in the end I have liked
walking toward the end.
DIGNITY
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In the decorum of life,
between curtains, life itself.
In the gibberish
of each day,
flowing.
Silent,
observing,
walking close to the ground.
Feeling the last glimmers
before the curtain falls in the final war.
Surrounded by wars on every side,
in my own war,
fighting to be,
in the dignity
of living free.
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FINAL JOY
In the joy of having traveled through my world,
with a calm mind, floating above everything,
leaving the heavy body behind little by little, finally lifting off.
In that inevitable moment of looking back,
of feeling the joy of always having been myself,
of being honest with myself,
of having given my self as a gift,
of having a purpose,
of having fulfilled
my destiny,
my mission.
Of being fragile,
of being flexible,
of being strong,
contradictory,
but always myself.
Without lies, without concealment,
able to face the end of the road without fear,
accepting my miseries,
without reproach, without deceit, being the best I could be,
giving the best of myself without having to leave myself.
Living among the waves, among the tides, in my rivers,
letting them now carry me to my place,
with the joy of having lived
an authentic life,
my own life,
singular,
distant,
close,
at times,
in moments,
and now I leave with joy.
Slowly, very slowly,
in these dreadful times,
and I am glad to have been as I am,
with that singular love no one understands,
without falsehoods, knowing how to look beyond appearances,
in those moments that are the kind of wealth no one can buy.
Leaving the body behind, with the joy of having known how to spend my gifts freely,
in flashes of brilliance, in those instants that are eternal.
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April 19th, 2026