1990

LOVE´S ABODE
Where love takes abode
is more quiet,
even quieter
than the tranquil
of one´s soul.

THE MERCILESS
The rumour spread out
among the merciless,
that their honour
was to be defended
at all costs.
They had already besieged
great areas.

The poet found a corner
in the shade,
trying to become invisible,
but they came
to make him harmless.

MOSAICS
Clockworks in mosaics
of colourful marble,
on a summer night resting,
yet aloof.
This world so different
from rustic days,
where grasses fight for life
and frosty nights split mosaics.
Mother would have liked these clocks
and pleasurable tones
from guitars.

WHERE I WANT TO BE
Distant velvet nights call me,
even if I know,
that motorways
are a great bore,
like a stripeline
through Europe.
If only the eyes of the future
could take me
to where I want to be.

EFFORT
There will always some
to disturb you in your
irredeemable solitude,
even if you asked them not to.
They think that disturbance is
worth all the effort
an effortless love
avoids.

NOW
My next life is now,
can´t be delayed,
has to be
what it wants to be
and there is room for more.

BARCELONA
Barcelona said goodbye
and sent an angel to guide us,
a foreign breeze of understanding
a beautiful man in the coffee shop,
Farewell to arms and dictators.
The square is round once more
and we, who know of old conflicts
said blessings,
as the Sacred Family
was undergoing reparations
renewing its beauty.

THE CONTROLLER
He was always walking,
thinking about all his girls
and most of all his Mary-Jane.
The controller,
Said to be a wise man
and a nice man,
a king in his and Mary-Jane´s universe.
He didn´t want to know how,
didn´t want to know why,
didn´t want the others to be keen on
anything or anyone
he didn´t know.
No man, no man.
Now the big controller
is a walking apparition,
thinking about girls and his Mary-Jane.
Thinks he´s such a wise man,
such a nice man ,
even if he lost his Mary-Jane.

SOMETHING MISSING
While we´re waiting
the tide of time
is floating by,
the song of beings
hardly heard are floating by,
something missing,
as it´s always floating by.

DEARY DEAR
Deary, deary, deary, deary, deary dear,
this is just a call to tell you all is well, but
we shall never meet again, so don´t you see,
deary, deary, deary, deary dear.
Fruitless love is such a lesson all life long,
deary, deary, deary, dear.
My song I thought´d never end,
deary, deary, dear.
Always churning,
deary, deary,
slowly fading,
dear.

THE SPIRIT
It comes to you
In a glimpse.
Sounds like
the insides
of the Earth,
the Moon
the Universe.
Tasting
of champagne,
smelling of fire
or a heart,
a galaxy.
When it comes to you,
it feels like oceans
in your veins.

FIRE OF THE WOMB
So was the fire,
the fire of the womb,
lucidity
was the condition
a total emancipation.
Her surroundings
filled with fog
in a world of conformity.
It took her long
to create her own
facilities.

BLUE
The blue of the ocean
And the blue in your eyes
And the sky.
Children on the beach,
Birds in the white,
Where the din
From a highway
Floats in the air,
A world full of rush
And forgetfulness.
Oceans of time here
In your eyes
And the sky.

THE BULLRING
They built a new bullring
in the body of the world.
The old one was thick
from stinking blood.
Seats in the shade,
for some in the sun,
while the slow process
of killing and besieging
sent thrilling waves
and lasting shocks.

WALKS
I have hung your shoes
on my wall
in order to remember
our walks
through the deserts
of life.

VIOLENCE
Violence
In innumerable homes,
rape is no new news
murder happens every day
war is an industry.
Where does woman stand?
The answer is:
In Silence.

LOVE´S ABODE
Where love takes abode
Is more quiet,
Even quieter
Than the tranquil of
One´s own soul.

MIRROR
Mirror, mirror say it now,
what my face can tell and show,
a little grey appearing slow,
mirror, mirror, let me know.
Suddenly my jaw seems lax,
my throat so coarse and even loose.
Show instead my ageless soul,
white and fluffy as a dove,
always longing for more love.
That´s a better sight I´ll say.
My fight with age now fades away.