Invasions

barcelona, christmas time
and all the time

Eingeweide

They never managed to pull

their entrails out

from that silenced bowel mess

impossible to

separate each one's own guts

put them back in and

walk away

wings

for the resurrection dance

enjoy the mediterranean views

and the premature christmas lights

The visit

It was freezing right after the sun went down
we heard those men from the past singing
in winter uniforms
and then the four of us walked home and drank red wine and put sweet potatoes in the oven

Boss Smoking

behind the glass

Oma Marta

somewhere out there she is the princess of the jungle

seer

maquineta

she loses screws all the time,
but what's left of her keeps collecting magnets of memory

bad week

watch out the stars, the wasps and the thresholds

Mediterranean

kaktus flamingo flamingo

(spiders aren't as pretty in pink as flamingos)

roooftooop

Sisyphus

- Didn't you measure the table before carrying it 4 floors upstairs Marcel?
- Yes I did Adrià, the table is 80cm wide.
- And the door of your apartment?
- The door is 75.
(They didn't find any screwdriver to disassemble it)

Siesta

- agh move away you are sweating like a pig
- shut up you snore like a sow

incipient

I was walking the other evening with a brick embedded in the sternum. Like Ugo Cornia.

Walking and walking and trying to restore all the streets that have now fallen in some awkward place and in the middle of this nowhere there were five strollers to give, and a kid's bag.

Leftovers of the finishing schoolyear proclaiming the beginning of the summer.

When it rained wine

It was not a meteorite, what caused their extinction

I never had sparrows in my head

In catalan we say that someone has the head full of sparrows
when in english people would say that someone has bats in the belfry.
I don't know what they say in german.

Whatever they say, flying creatures never did nest on my head.
Instead, I used to wear a scorpion between my curls.

Glückspilz

I met a Glückspilz that was crying rough diamonds without consolation

Gewitter

Queen of all the summer storms
licks everyone who dares to venture through the corridor

 

summer dance

our ghosts dancing in the past

again

good to be on the road back home again

imbalance

I don't know how to dance with both feet on the ground

Handschuhe

One is hanging on a wall
the other rests outside a shop front only a block away.

Lost in Berlin
missing a half
maybe they will find each other
before the winter ends.

Fighters

kss-kss   boom      kss-kss    boom
      
in the thaiboxing yellow room