Raul

Today I am not what I was yesterday

and tomorrow I won't be what I am today.

I am not. 

I am being constantly. 

Iron Mask

Your mask is made of iron

you'll never be able to take it off.

It's beautiful and shiny and you polish it constantly.

It's a shiny burden that gets heavier every day.

This mask attracts many others, who look at you fascinated.

They'll never get to know you. 

They can only touch your mask and kiss this cold iron and love it.

But they don't love you. You are a mask.

The only way to get rid of it, is dying.

Then your flesh will rot and be free of this iron burden.

The beautiful shiny mask will remain. 

But you will be rotten flesh full of stinky flies.

Teachers

When I look at them,

I learn from their faces.

They teach me a lesson

every time we meet. 

Their questions show me

how little I know

and how much I still have to learn.

Their determination and good mood

are as contagious as the flu they bring to the class.

Coughing and sneezing, taking notes, 

growing knowledge every minute,

I watch them and 

feel honoured to be there and get to know them. 

When I look at them, 

I see a never ending source of inspiration.

I'm surrounded by teachers. 

In my class room, I am the pupil. 

Juicy Fruit

There is this fruit called If,

it grows on a huge tree with white blossoms
that makes the tree look like a big cloud.

If is a red fruit with little green spots

shiny and juicy with white flesh inside

its wonderful smell reaches every corner of this planet

and people crave for it. 

If grows in every season

no matter what the climate is

it defies

 ice cold winters

and burning summers

and defies the birds in spring

and the cutting winds in autumn.

This bitter-sweet fruit is round in shape

and the more people eat it

the more they want it.

It is yummy and beautiful

but it doesn't nurse. 

Eat If  and you'll remain hungry forever.

Stronger

The more light there is, 

the stronger are the shadows.

P HARM ACY

They spend their days walking around rolling their little bags from doctor to doctor. Carrying health, promising the cure and relieve for those in pain. 

White, sharp teeth and a perfect smile like predators waiting for the prey. 

The prey prays for help, a pill, a shot, any remedy to get better. And the little bags are rolling full of solutions for any problem you might have. Stop praying. Start paying. Pay the pills, pay the doctors, pay for your life. Despair and pain are big business. And where the bags keep rolling, the money keeps rolling and the prey keeps praying for a cure. 

But real cure is black and comes with a scythe.

Horizon

Slowly sinking in soft sand

watching warm earth wandering

and torrid sun glowing our heads

air flickering around us

the more we walk, the further gets the horizon.

Where are we going?

Nobody knows. 

But if we stop walking,

we'll slowly sink in soft sand.

Sand entering our mouths and ears

and eyes and noses.

If we halt

we'll die slowly 

watching the sunshine and the blue sky

and we'll be looking to the horizon.

While life leaves us.

Lazy

Being different is hard work

and most of us are too lazy.

Why!

Why? 

Why are we here? 

And why is there this weird planet covered by water? 

And why do I exist? 

And when I die? 

What happens? 

What happened to the dinosaurs?

Why can't we find life somewhere else?

What the hell is out there? 

What is everything for?

So many questions gushing out and this unbearable anxiety...

to know...to be certain! 

I want answers!

 Nobody gives me answers. 

I've tried religion, all of them failed. 

Astrology: failed. 

I've tried drugs. I failed. 

Fail after fail finding nothing but questions. So that's it? 

A huge question mark? 

?

White Flag

I yield. 

The wheel is bigger than I thought.

I'm being cynical and weak.

The reason doesn't matter.

I yield. 

Trophy

I wear my scars like trophies.

They tell my story

and show I won.

The Mirror

Run! For nobody to catch you!

Hide! For nobody to see you.

Lie. To yourself. Pretend you're the victim.

Pretend the others are wrong. 

Oh, this bad, bad world. 

This horrible people! 

Your parents! They are guilty!

Your siblings! They did wrong!

Your neighbours. They could have seen...

Your teacher. Your friends. 

That guy there, walking down the street.

They are all guilty. 

And you? You are, of course the victim. 

It's not your fault! 

Poor, poor, boy. 

Searching evil everywhere.

Everywhere, but in the mirror.

Idols

Dear Beauty. 

You're a bitch. You only married the ugly guy to live in a castle. That's so disgusting...

Yasmin. You were actually nice...

And you, Cinderella? Why the hell did you have to lose that glass shoe? It was on purpose. Such a cheap trick to get the Prince! Poor boy fell in love with you...

Ariel, what was wrong about living under water? You had everything! What else did you need? Why sell your voice? So silly of you...

But the worst of all: Snow White. Eating that bloody apple? How naive can you be?

Anyway, I'm glad I'm over you guys. You're the worst examples ever!

Farewell.

PS: Who is that blond chick in the pink dress?

Plan!

So, what do you want?
What is your PLAN?
Where do you want to get?
Are you saving money?
Do you got a schedule?
What are your goals?
Have you thought about your next ten years?
Where do you want to live?
You've got to have a plan, otherwise you'll just be living day after day...


- But my plan is living.


That's not a plan. 
That's ridiculous.

Somewhere

Tell me, how many times must your heart break

before you accept it is over?

Yes, 'n how many nights do you have to cry

before you run out of tears?

And how many times must he lie to you

before you see he is not real?

The answer, my love, is somewhere inside you.

The answer is somewhere inside you.

Plan A

A funny thing about this country
is that Plan A is supposed not to work out.
I mean, that's what Plan A is about: 
a first thought
which is supposed not to happen
because Plan B is way better planned! 
People put so much effort in preparing and planning Plan B that it would be really frustrating if Plan A would actually work out. It would be like an offense to Plan B, which is so much cooler. 


For example: 
Actually we wanted to meet at X's house on Friday to play Poker
BUT
he might arrive late from his office
SO
we thought of meeting at restaurant Y to eat X and afterwards go to Z's house to have a movie night.


After you got this, you'd not dare offend Plan B. 
Actually you feel sorry for those, who take Plan A seriously...
Sorry, Plan A! 

Haunted

Haunted folks
chasing meaningless stuff
searching outside what is hidden inside
being proud of bullshit
and ashamed of what really matters
and junk food and trash and cars and noise
and loveless sex and dumping whoever isn't useful anymore
running in circles hitting on the edges
getting bruises and covering them with expensive make up
and buying fake tits and cutting their noses and ears
stretching their eyes and lifting cheeks
as if they weren't ugly enough already
and a huge cloud of poisoning dust 
hanging over their hollow heads
and this bloody blurry sight! 
Collective Blindness. 

White Dove

This lovely white dove came flying through my window

I hadn't invited it

when it sat on my arm I smiled and thought 

what a beautiful, bright bird flattering through the air

White doves mean peace. 

It was so silent and sunny that day

and I smiled when I heard the

tic

tac

tic

tac

BOOOOM.

Bloodfleshpiecesoffoodglassesandtatters.

But, it was just a white dove...Wasn't it?

Shadow

I am here

but there are these scary shadows

that never leave me.

The only way to get rid of them

is remaining in the dark.

 Turn the lights off!

Hopping Around

Forwards

Sidewards

Backwards

Bumping

Banging

Bending

Stretching

Seeking

Searching

Hoping

to find a direction.

Brake

There is this time

where we learn to break up

but never to make up. 

Flesh

Despair has no remedy. 

Inner emptiness has no solution.

Solitude has no denouement.

Your body remains

but your soul has long gone.

Where to? Nobody knows.

Maybe the aliens took it.

Maybe the devil.

Maybe you used yourself up.

Maybe it was just you.

And now you're just flesh. 

Energy for the Dead

Monte Belo

Xingu

Water

vibrant Life

Peace

in Pieces

bleeding

fighting

greedy energy

stopping the flow

providing death.

This appointment

Dis

Appointment.

Setting an appointment

for something 

that'll hurt.

Somewhere

Somewhere between

hope and despair

love and hatred

good dreams and nightmares

trust and disappointment

somewhere there lies life.

Die Here

Whooshing water 

grass green grass

shining sky

bright birds

flattering butterflies.

Big water carrying wisdom

older than humankind

worthless for modern ears

senseless to our anxieties.

We'll vanish.

Whooshing water 

grass green grass

shining sky

bright birds

flattering butterflies

will remain.

Not You

Where I walk

people cross the street.

Where I speak

people are deaf.

Where I smile

people get afraid.

Where I eat

people throw their trash.

Where I sleep

people look away.

Where I live

people leave.

Where I am

I am not.

Fly by

The time that flies by

between your birth

and your death?

That's life, boy. 

Your life.

I was

When I was rain
I fell so deep from the sky
hitting the streets
bouncing around
wetting trees and people and
roofs and cars and cats and souls.


When I was wind
I blew over the countries
and the lakes and the rivers
and the world,
bringing hope of sunshine.


When I was the sun
I warmed everything and everyone,
making the plants grow and the birds sing
and the hearts beat faster.


When I was.

Lights Off

I saw you. 
Coming, smiling at me
walking towards me
to give me this friendly hug
pressing your breast on mine
embracing my shoulders.
I felt the
cold
sharp
hard
dagger
stabbing my back
while you were still smiling friendly
holding me in your arms
when my lights turned off
I saw you.

Lost Battle

You are your worst enemy.

You lie to yourself hiding behind others 

blaming the sun, the moon and the stars

for your incompetence.

You dig a deep hole in the dark ground

for yourself to fall in the trap 

and find a reason to boycott your own desires.

You lure others to get close,

sweet and charming promising honey

and then you stab them like a hornet.

You are your worst enemy

and you'll never win the battle against yourself

because you're afraid of losing your enemy. 

Emptiness

Once there was an empty cup of glass

feeling so sad, because nobody noticed it.

This empty cup of glass was standing on a table

transparent, reflecting the lights, 

dreaming of someone who would pay attention to it.

It dyed the glass green and blue and red,

so someone would see it.

Nobody did.

It put some golden ornaments on it's borders.

Nobody noticed.

It stuck some diamonds on it.

People kept on walking bye the table 

without seeing the glass.

This empty cup of glass was standing on a table

colourful, covered by golden ornaments and sparkling diamonds, 

dreaming of someone who would pay attention to it.

It wanted to be noticed!

Nobody did.

Until it got filled with water.

Suddenly everyone wanted the glass.

Shining Silence

Worth It

You're not worth a coffin
we should feed you to the dogs.
But you're not worth the dogs
we should burn you.
But I won't waste matches on you
we should throw you in the river.
But I don't want to pollute the river
we should flush you down a toilet.
But you don't fit there
so I just pretend you don't exist 
and wait for you to die alone
and I won't go to the funeral
because I'll feel sorry for the coffin.

Burst

She built herself a stage
for the world to look up at her
and she disguised each fear
as authenticity
pretending it was her choice
and not a flight.


She spent one season in each place
for then to run
when people got to close to her.
She looked in the mirror every morning
saying hello to herself
greeting her ego
insuring she wasn't lonely.


Preaching about family
she turned their back on them
when they most needed her.
Pretending she was right
she did so much wrong.


And there is no way back
but keep on pretending
she is great
and right 
and authentic
and so independent
and pretty 
and smart
and achieved everything she dreamed of.


Soon her ego won't fit anymore inside her body.
It's gonna burst and rotten flesh is gonna spread
and blood stains will mess everything up and
start stinking of iron and mould. 
Who will clean the mess?

Cleaning

May the world end in a huge fire

wiping out mischief and disgrace 

erasing this botchy planet

cleaning the Universe from

this awful human breed

and everything we ever did. 

Same Cup

See this old man sitting in the corner? He's wearing thick glasses, reading a huge newspaper. No news are new for him, though. He has seen too much in his life. He's learnt a lot. He's seen that history repeats, wounds heal and that people are just people. He's learnt that fish need clean water to survive and the black smoke of the factory chimneys is poisonous. In each of his wrinkles you see one lesson he has learnt. Hopes that have died and some that have remained. This old man sitting in the corner has so much to teach you, if you would just listen for a moment. There is not much left for him to do. 

See this young boy standing next to the door? He's wearing sunglasses and a fancy cap, folding his arms showing his muscles. 

Everything is new for him. He hasn't learnt yet. He doesn't know that everything repeats over and over again. He doesn't realise that wounds actually heal and people aren't always what they seem to be. He believes fish adapt and black smoke is just black smoke. In his sparkling eyes you see hope and so much conviction. His arms abound strength and his ears haven't learnt how to listen yet. This young boy standing next to the door has so much to learn. There is so much he wants to do. If he'd only put his sunglasses away.

See this middle-aged waiter carrying a tray loaded with cups and glasses? He brings the old man and the young boy the same cup of coffee. 

May

May the pain never cease.

Suffering still

The ones who suffer still

are the worst.

They don't ask for help

they mean for you to see them

suffering silently  

doubling your guilt.

They need to suffer silently

to feel strong and brave.

They need you to admire 

them for being so strong.

That's their joy. 

In fact they're just not strong enough

to ask for help.

Poisoned Help

I'm your friend.

 I'll help you. Always.

I'll be there for you.

I'll lend you my ears, when you want to talk

and lend you my words, when you want to listen

and lend you my shoulders for you to lean on.

And I'll be your friend

as long as you do what I say.

I am right and strong

and you are wrong and weak.

I need you to be weak

so I can feel strong

and I need you to be wrong

so I can be right.

I am your friend

I'll be there

as long as it suits me.

Evil Anger

If I took
all my anger
and did something good
there would be no evil on earth anymore.

Curtain Up!

I am an empty shell

if you scratch on my peel

I collapse

because I am hollow.

I am the one without history

neither past nor future.

I am now: whatever you want me to be.

And I am smiling with sharp, white teeth

a perfect and expensive smile.

I polish my shell everyday

until it shines brightly

reflecting the spotlights 

of my stage called life.

Let the spectacle begin!

There must be something

Well, if I don't kill myself

it's because I'm looking for something. 

Ink

Like this giant squid

she has arms everywhere

ready to hug who needs it

and those who didn't ask for it.

Her ink stains everyone

if you want it or not.

Where she is

there is no space 

for anyone else.

And her hug is so strong , she reaches out to

the furthest corners of the earth.

If you escape one of the arms

there is always another one

hugging you so tight

you can't breathe.

She means good

and her ink is so evil!

You try to wash it out

but it's so acid,

it burns into your skin.

Like this giant squid

she has arms everywhere

and you won't escape

until you cut the giant arms off.

Screwed

There was this woman who had left her husband 

for another man.  

Hope.

Lust.

Frustration. 

Regret.

Pain.

And hope again.

And she never forgot her husband.

And she never forgot this other man.

And then she was pregnant.

And didn't know whose child it was.

And didn't know who to talk to.

And hoped everything would be ok.

And wished in the end the father would be that man

who was with her

and not the other one.

And there she was...she, who always wanted to do 

the right thing

being honest

and faithful

and seeking happiness.

And in the end she was screwed. 

And she lost herself in the maze of life. 

Never finding the exit.