the 27th year has started, eventually.
i spent the beginning of it with the bottle of Freixenet and my phone.
counting the numbers down loudly with my favorite demon of them all.

this year is going to be awesome and i know it. for sure.
after all the years and names begone, i start to think that.
maybe, all the abyss, nihilation and cracking to the lines
was actually worth that something, that we came to achieve.

maybe, that is what you rethink again when being asked if
you do want to spend a couple of eternities with someone.
well, i do.

tu eres el mal, que quiero.

i made the point about giving yourself away earlier.
but if you are honestly onto it, that is always a half-half.
you sell something, but definitely receive something back.

speaking about my current (longed?) wish for Spanish.
i do not honestly know, where it originally came from.
but of all the languages of the world that is the only one,
which truly fits me, probably. the only one, that deepest
dark passion made killing wish is being born from beneath.

i speak five languages. almost perfectly good at all of them.
but with Spain i have so many disconnected little memories.
i used to play with pink magnolias there, being five and all curly.
i used to ride high mountains and old bridges, hiding in between.
half of my dears run it on me every time, i used to wake up..
watching Antonio Banderas movies, scratching my fingers over
that tattoo with the sun and old darkest spells cast all over it.

i wanted to have the same one too, back then.
but i loved spa too much and it was prohibited.)

but i do not know.
maybe, it is all Neruda.

but here in downtown we speak Spanish as breath.
...

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.