I’m out of songs- by Juan M.S
I’m out of songs to give you, but the world plays its music, don’t dance with me, just go in the eternal parade of life, and cry and laugh and belong and hate, despise and forget many things but me,… Continue Reading
Poetry
Poems and free verse
There was the terrorism- by Juan M.S
There was the terrorism of a thousand and one nights, the everlasting, ever current waging of never ending wars. There was a face on a shelf, a smile on display and a promise in a showcase. All I wanted was… Continue Reading
You brush your teeth- by Juan M.S
You brush your teeth every day while the coffee of slumber ulcerates my stomach, and you go out to a snow blast while indoors everything dulls my daring. I forget not to sleep while you’re combing your hair, the party… Continue Reading
To others -by Juan M.S
To others the task of singing feelings that relate me to you, I put away my guitar and in its place I play my emotions in low tone strings. The blues of bandoneons reminds me of a song I’m always… Continue Reading
As the day unfurls -by Juan M.S
As the day unfurls its thin hours and convinces me of another solemn end to an evening that repeats itself ad tedium, I see the gray charade of your blue eyes and think of the quantum, the mechanics and the… Continue Reading
Fourth song of despair – by Juan M.S.
We’re ugly, but we build love which is the only lasting thing, after we unveil life’s truth and are left with our selves, looking each other in the eye and not seeing instinct anymore but humanity built from choice, from… Continue Reading
Third song of despair -by Juan M.S
You’re leaving me behind, subtly, quietly, methodically, as simply as putting down a book you’ve finished. I wonder what will become of you without me, will you be beautiful without my constant eyes on you? Will you dissolve into existence… Continue Reading
Second song of despair -by Juan M.S.
I won’t be drunk with myself, if this is your desire, let it be, and let my hopes accommodate to what you expect from me. Let your happiness be my happiness, and let my heart learn to treat you simply,… Continue Reading
Heart’s prayer – by Juan M.S.
You’re not ready my heart to desire what’s due to you, you fumble among your belongings with a twitch of discontent, you’re not ready my heart to bear the ignominies of love without relenting in your way without despairing loneliness,… Continue Reading
When the IMF isn’t in the news anymore – by Juan M.S.
When the IMF isn’t in the news anymore, I’ll be able to go to the market and buy food that does not lack somewhere else, and I’ll travel on foot, by air or by imagination all around the world without… Continue Reading