FIESTA DE ATAUDES

Voy a escribir estos versos como si fueran pilares
A punta de clavos, martillo y sierra
Para construir ataúdes que entierren al cuco
a la vieja culiah y a la hija de perra

Voy a buscar madera para hacer los cajones
No muy caros por varias razones

Primero;
Porque la felpa peluda hace cosquillas
La madera bruta es carcomida de gusanos
En el cementerio de piedras se ríen los cardos

Ay, que me voy a cagar de la risa
Me voy a reír caído de espaldas
Me voy a caer espalditas 'el loro
Apretándome la guata con las dos manoplas

El cajón de madera tiene las siguientes medidas
1 metro de largo
medio metro de ancho
45 centímetros de alto
mirado en perspectiva
parece un simple cajón de manzanas.

la madera debe ser de pino barato
color marrón
y con bastantes agujeros
(pa' que los gusanos salgan a vomitar c/vez que se acuerden)
que a la primera lluvia del invierno austral
se muelan con el barro y la humedad

Y al terminar el invierno
la tierra se destapará a sí misma
se revolcarán los gusanos y se cambiaran a crisálidas
escampar y quedara olor a tierra mojada
los ríos volverán a llevar piedras
el purgatorio al fin podrá dejar descansar
a las almas en pena que ya no tendrán pena
ni angustia ni pedirán misericordia


Todo el planeta será una vasta partusa
donde bailarán los cojos arriba de la mesa
Los ciegos cantores formaran una orquesta
Un marino borracho tocará acordeón
Las prostitutas avivarán la cueca
Los invitados de piedra sacaran a relucir sus pañuelos
Los más animados se pasearán altaneros
Con zapatos de charol

Una señora gorda invitará a los convidados
a servirse una cazuela de ave
el vino correrá como corría antes la lluvia

Al final de la fiesta entrarán las estrellas
Los carpinteros de ataúdes de pino
Que entrarán levantando el sombrero saludando a las masas
Que se apostarán por ambos lados del camino que estará lleno de banderas
La fiesta seguirá hasta altas horas de la mañana
Cuando cante el gallo apagarán las luces
Y se escucharan los gritos de los niños
Camino a la escuela.

EPITAH FOR SEPTEMBER

Here from the comfortableness of my life
Where all and nothing have a self-centered sense
Marginalization of the risks and the fears
I sing this sad and broken song
A song for the rivers of blood
A song for the unknown dead
A song for the missing bodies
A song for your tears

My tears and those I did not cry
The silence
What a loud silence amidst the rubble
What a smell is coming from the fires
Blood on the pavement
Papers floating in the street
And from the charred remains of life
An epitaph for September has come

Will you remember today?
Many years from now
Will you still cry or will the river of your tears be dried

When you breathe in the fresh air of September
And feel the soft cold breeze of spring
Will the flowers remind you of the broken parts?
The hunting of the almighty echoes of Jericho
The crucifixion of the thousand ones

Yes I remember today and I sing this sad broken song
For the dead of 11th September
1973
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The Window( mini-film)

LA MASCARA DE PEDRO

LA MASCARA DE PEDRO

Una obra producida de Pedro Arevalo ,1997, en oleo y cobre.

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DISFRUTENLO

LEARNING

The cold bed

the wet window

by drops of dew and ice

Yoour smile

is a line in my memory

I don't forget

Your lips were two books

that taught me

to say the word love

because the word solitude

i learn it later

as the words dawn and silence.

My name doesn't matter

I am fraud of illusions

I only play with reality

PROGRAMME OF LOVE

On the

on the

computerised landscape

computerised

your eyes

eyes

it's nothing more

than

two numbers

frozen

televised

inorganic.

With your silence

ELECTRONIC SILENCE

You and I

i

EYE

we communicate without

aerial

but by telepathic transmissions

when I see U

U

You

the microorganism of my fluids

steam up.

Meanwhile

the digital clok

goes

goes

goes

DISPARITIES

That evening in the rocks

a taste of spring and sex

Someone calls you

before I return

I hope they can save you

because I am coming.

There was a full moon

and you were so distant

from my arms

as it was allowed

by international standars.

But when you do understand

that from me

there is no escape

I am like a shadow

ill intentioned.

Fortunately

I never herad from you anymore

until I met your mother in the street

and she told me that

you were returning

I dont know I said

changing the subject.

Any similarity with reality

is purely coincidental

But never unexpected.

LETTER TO REMEMBER

LETTER TO REMEMBER

There is so much to take into account
so many things to consider
especially if you dream with flying penises.

You must open the windows of your mind
Play with your body
and let the long branches of yearning
find the nest of yourself.

Distance is like a hanging bridge
when behind are blue doves flying around
the house of your feelings.

I tell you, I speak to you, I talk to you in whispers
I threaten you
no one plays with me,
not even when someone says the last train
is only the first one.

I know that you have a thirsty tongue
a hungry tongue
an anxious tongue
I have find you after the ancient time,
the pale eye, the chloroform.

Do not let the roots growing in your legs frighten you.
Come, follow me, and climb over me without anybody's help.
Let me be your protection from celestial attacks.

Come
crucify yourself over me
give me the mark of these years
make the horizon a river that touches your body.

Let me sail through you
let me travel through the rivers produced by you,
the Amazons that is born in your ancestral uterus,
our common mother.

Let me be the crazy vessel
that falls into smiling cascades

let me mark this instant.

Do not forget

do nnot forget me

dont let forgetfulness take hold of you

because it will betray you later.

Passion is an arrow shot

at the base of one's brain

an arrow thrown by a naked godness

full of orgasms

Let me add a final warning

dont pretend not to recognise me

the next time I see you

I will speak to you without a voice

I will tell you all without words

I will open you like a mad surgeon

and you, a ripe fruit

and I will eat you

enjoying all the fresh juices of you.

TU E SERVANT

DOMESTIC DECLARATION
(TU E SERVANT)

All revolution begins at home
for that reason it is
that now I impose a curfew

No one leaves without my permission
keep an eye that I don't hear you
talking with the neighbours
conspiring against me .

It is forbidden to mention the verb love
the verb care
the verb pain.

Everything has a dangerous overtone
I hope that i never see you looking at someone else
Only I am your only owner,
it is that clear?

from POEMS TO KILL THE POPE

TANGO IN THIRTEEN trading TIMES

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Attention to the business world !!
The merchants united

will never be defeated !!

And never forget

what Christ said once
" in this supermarket

my father will build his temple " .

MECHANISM

MECHANISM


This poem has a simple mechanism
Be careful with the clock that marks the time
The cables must be kept separated.
When it deactivates this poem you must assure the metallic piece
that it is connected to the trigger.
Cover your face with some protection
because if it explodes you're dead!!

HOMICIDAL CUISINE

EXPLANATORY RECIPE FOR A COOKING POEM

The last scream was a shout in silence
which the cooks would not have heard
they were serving the flavours of spices and peppers
that they were shaking the pieces at random.
The kitchen was their last refuge
the last stop in that trip
while the soup was boiling among waters and colours
the celery and the tomatoe looked at each other.
Nobody took into account the possible suffering
of the chopped garlic cooked in oil
nor the horrible torture of the innocent onion
which was being chopped into rings.

No surely, are saying these sad cooks
fire is deadly and the air is serene
through these sincere and simple hands
the final destiny of the species goes
Don't complain nor accuse in vain
we are only fulfilling the sad role
nobody hates that individual garlic
it's only the force obligation of duty.

IN DEFENCE OF BUSINESS

IN DEFENSE OF BUSINESS

He got his hands covered in blood
his chest covered in medals
and his conscience in injustices
but don't worry
in business we're all friends.
He planted dead children in our nightmares
increase nagging hunger in the stomach of the poor
but don't worry
in business we're all friends.
He filled the cages brimful
of corpses of the innocent
filled the heavens brimful
of the echoes of torture
insulted women
but don't worry
in business we're all friends.
Finally
he washed his hands put on the banner
presided at receptions
and read out speeches
because in business
him and us are friends.

A NIGHTMARE OF SMILES

A NIGHTMARE OF SMILES

I'm dreaming
that I smile with three jaws
that I greet you with three hands
that I submit to questions without answers
that, by watching the corn shaking in my plate
I can predict a tidal wave
in the mountain range.
I'm dreaming
that answers outnumber questions
and that with a mere five words
I can terrify the public.

BEHAVIOUR

BEHAVIOUR

They are all speaking, announcing, proclaiming, scaring,
predicting, chasing, seeking, worrying,
yearning, sounding, commercialising, selling,
exchanging, charging, buying, exploiting, working,
ordering, believing, following, doing, planting,
harvesting, looking, feeling, touching, smelling,
foreboding, imagining, exaggerating, promising,
idealizing, fearing ,loving, hating, guessing, supposing and hoping.

And when the bomb falls, it will
smash, shatter, annihilate, destroy, overwhelm, atomise,
disintegrate, grind, pulverise, fragment, shrink, diminish,
minimise, flatten, burn, carbonise, smoulder, kill, eliminate,
assassinate, end, forbid.

That's why I prefer to
fight it, struggle against it,
and attack it to death.

HUMBLE PRAYER

BELOVED FATHER

Almighty god of the coca cola
distributor of market economy
creator of plots and coup d'etat
maker of fashion and segregation

great godfather of the mafia
upholder of the empire of the dollar
please listen

to our humble proletarian prayer.

Leave aside your nuclear projects
do not threaten us with your bombs,
do not drop your bomb on us,
don not let them sail across the seas,
do not invade countries,
do not distribute poverty
do not start wars
do not unleash the end of everything.

Sovereign to Superman and the CIA
god to the generals and the rich
master of the democratic paradise
be kind enough to order your own death.

Censorship

Censorship

I know
I know the name
I know the name of the
I know the name of the man responsible
I know the name of the man responsible for the
I know the name of the man responsible for the injustices
I know the name of the man responsible for the injustices. It is...
I know the name of the man responsible for the injustices
I know the name of the man responsible for the
I know the name of the man responsible
I know the name of the
I know the name
I know.

CARNAVAL Y DESPEDIDA

CARNAVAL Y DESPEDIDA

Hasta aquí llega el carnaval de la risa
A dejar un sabor único en la boca
En la garganta nos queda este recuerdo
Y en la memoria un lamento como éste

Llegan al centro del último escenario
Adornado con sombreros brillantes de colores
Los invitados a la fuerza van pasando
A presenciar las fieras del descanso

Los carruseles , payasos y sus disfraces
A lo lejos de oyen risas en la noche
Trompetas trombones y maquinas
Entremedio de castañeo de mandíbulas

Al medio de la pista de la muerte
Un maestro que se rie silencioso
Abre de golpe la cortina a esta escena
Donde bailan apretados dos enanos.

La mujer barbuda se revuelca
Esquivando enormes cuchillos cocineros
En ese instante un hombre largo, flaco y de sombrero
Golpea un inmenso martillo sobre la mesa.

Trapecista que no tienen cuerda de colgar
Enanos que no dicen una palabra
Adefesios humanos a la rastra
Que pasan por este lugar.

La tarde cae, cae, sin demora
Y se oye a lo lejos una orquesta
Tocar una marcha triste y despedir
A la fiera del circo que se marcha.