UNTITLED
Walking and wobbling around the dirty street,
In New York, of course, where else?
After having taken three dry martinis,
until being too sick and too fool for that place.
Last thing I remember is that,
I was at that suave and miserable party,
experimenting many new sensations,
I have never had before.
In the exact moment I kissed the drag queen,
I realised I was gay, or I was maybe,
too drunk to know...But I liked the sensation.
I am lost now, no other way to go,
How much sex did I have?,
who knows…..?
Emptiness, emptiness, emptiness,
frustration, frustration, frustration,
just because after all the experimentation,
I swear, I feel nothing at all.
Damn life!!!I got tired of my job,
I’m jealous of that homeless,
no need to worry about all the goddam market,
Becoming a junky is the best solution,
for my poor and melancholic soul.
ROAD TO SAN FRANCISCO
We were going right way to San Francisco,
while excited about our proud,
we missed the road we had to take.
I asked my husband Greg,
where the map it was supposed to be,
but we were trying to look for something,
we have already missed.
The sky became darker,
and we were lost in the damn road,
just way to our destination, without knowing so.
Suddenly, we saw a little town,
and we decided to stop, drink two cups of wine,
from the best region in the States.
We had a nice time, smoking,
drinking,and playing poker.
At three in the morning,
we couldn’t handle anymore.
Indeed, the next day, we had to wake up soon,
just because our purpose was going to the gay parade.
We went to bed, at a disgusting motel we found,
nothing good, but we couldn’t complain about.
We were having sex, and in the moment he was getting to the orgasm,
a schizophrenic miserable guy started to shout,
moving around and throwing stuff.
I swear, I will never get into a motel anymore,
no matter how much it Will cost.
ODE TO THE 22M MANIFESTATION (Madrid)
Fresh young adults full of passion,
inspired by their morals and their illusions,
thirsty of change and revolution.
Old decrepit citizens, having lost their hopes
in justice and in politics,
but still with a big strength to fight for their pensions.
All walking politely but with determination,
the voices spoke out loud, bravery,
that was the sound of the indignation.
NO MORE CUTBACKS!!They claimed,
FREE QUALITY HEALTH AND EDUCATION!
The police arrived to silence their mouths,
to evade and sideline the real and dramatic situation.
The pacific manifestation ended in violence,
and all the politicians and leaders of the system,
complained about the consequences of the parade,
but what about all the years of corruption of the institutions,
the inflation of the market, the end of the social measures
the unemployment and the the economic recession?
Aren’t they enough disappointments
for the population of a nation, to stand up,
and claim proudly for their rights?
SOLD
I sold my last picture being ashamed
of myself, as a prostitute, nothing
left to say.
I offered several services for seventeen
years, they told me I was really good at
it, but in the deepest place of my unmoral
soul I felt down once again.
I gained gold, goddam money and many
more with this ambiguous kind of art,
but what I never got was the real love
and beauty I was trying to show.
Every piece of art I’ve made did
express the pleasure of an orgasm but
the fear and disappointment of the brutal and
abusive public I was exposed.
They treated me as they wanted, corrupting
my morals until I was wondering how to
die, as the pimps in the whorehouse,
I could no longer express myself.
Being too drunk to know I ended in the
street when they didn’t want me anymore
just because the fashion had already
changed when I realized of the failure of
my short career, begging for a little bit of
attention as a whore does with the men.
