Sunday, 30 November 2014

Aches





Her bones ache she takes a pill opens the window the rain lashes out she closes her eyes she longs for the smell of the sea

Sunday, 16 November 2014

Been








Been living too long here time to go,she whispered 

Never seen her again, they say she lives under a bridge nowadays

They always tell so many things

Thursday, 30 October 2014

Wait







The park is covered with fallen leaves. Her bench wet and cold, she sits and prays. A cold breeze swirls her hair. She waits

Tuesday, 7 October 2014

Ensayos

 

 

Dreamt a new city. Only parks and roads, nothing else. Her bench sitting proud at the top of the hill. Autumn yellow light flickers, a dog barks, she sits to read and nothing will ever bother her again.

 

Tuesday, 16 September 2014

Time

 

She went to the park, after a long absence. She felt ill as she approached the bench she used before. Autumn was in the air, she sat, opened her bag and sobbed.

 

Wednesday, 7 May 2014

Park

 

She said she has lost everything there is to lose, now she only cares about the park and her bench. She said is the only place she wants to be.

 

Monday, 21 April 2014

Saturday, 12 April 2014

Dreams


Her dreams were shattered at an early age, she claims. She haunts the streets and console herself with other people debris.

Thursday, 27 March 2014

Thursday, 20 March 2014

Forgot

She forgot the days. She wondered about the quality of her senses, sometimes she tried hard. All she could do was to stare at the clouds.

 

 

Friday, 28 February 2014

photo




She looks at the photos, an unnamed hotel room:  white sheets, flowery wallpaper, lamp. Only she can see the baby’s corpse, abandoned in a beach.



Monday, 3 February 2014

We watch

We watch you on the street, we watch you in your house, we let you breathe for now. We don't care where you are, we will always found you. She goes to the park and sits on her bench and waits.


Thursday, 23 January 2014

Job

Her job is meaningless and she does not have the strength to lurch to another one. She flops on the sofa, entangles her thoughts, watches one film or another, cavorts with the notion of another life, swtiches the tv off and goes to sleep.

 

 

Tuesday, 21 January 2014

fog



Fog, cold, a coat, gloves, walks apace, the bench empty, she sits down for a while, then gets up, curses, and arrives for work.



Saturday, 11 January 2014

Light

 

Light scarce, horizon undermined, the gloom settles: a fair assesment of her life.

 

Saturday, 4 January 2014

Exhale

Exhale. The air alive, fireflys. She reaches the window, the panes translucid, but they are not there anymore.

 

 

Thursday, 2 January 2014

Sniff



They can sniff your foreignness, you don’t need to open your mouth, they know. They sneer and you know you are a frog from another pond never quite here. She goes out only at night, when the shadows merge the living with the dead.