HOLA MI AMOR

Yo me rasco la cara
repleto de zarzas
como queriendo
rascar tu cabeza

hola, mi amor
voy a alegrar la habitación con una orquídea
suspendida seis metros sobre tierra y arriba
la cama cuelga de un hilo
encima de la colina

[Y es esta voz que yo creo que todos conocemos y que nos choca… cuando la oímos… y es la de “Buzón de voz: la llamada se cobrará al terminar los tonos siguientes…”, ¿No? Y entonces: “este es el buzón de dos, dos, uno, cero, nueve…”]

hola, mi amor
te pido que no te preocupes de más por el suelo,
seguro sólo pasa una ráfaga mala,
una horrenda experiencia

[“Su llamada no puede ser contestada…” Y ya, ¿no? Dejas el mensaje, y… y ya, ¿no? Que obviamente nunca van a escuchar, y… “Si está satisfecho con su mensaje, marque uno, para escucharlo, marque dos…"]

[…hi this is… I’m not sure if you still have my number, actually… it appears on Facebook so hopefully this is still your number… I had all this stuff in storage, including a bunch of pictures, and I found some of us and… I guess I just kind of wanted to reconnect… my dad said “who cut who out of the photograph…”, or out of the picture, that’s what he said… talking about one of the pictures, that it was just you cut out from the picture of us… he was asking about the tangible things… like, I was thinking, yeah, so he’s just a cut out picture in my… picture box…. and… I don’t know… I guess looking through all of them I was like… we had a lot more than that, right? So… you wanna talk, catch up, give me a call back, my number is…]

puede que solamente extrañe
la montaña de tu ropa sucia,
limpia y sin usar;
tus botas en bolsas,
la lámpara rota
y tu chamarra amarilla
(una obra maestra,
sin temor al error)

hola, mi amor
dicen los expertos
que existe un tono verdoso
que se hunde en el suelo
e imita el braceo de las olas del mar:
si salimos a buscarlo
al terminar el desayuno,
lo podemos encontrar

hoy me mira la mancha en la alfombra
que en todos lados se mete;
me convence de que existimos
como rostros al sol
o texturas en bruma
de pieles sensibles,
y en el labio de arriba
la risa y la orquídea

dicen los expertos
que las hebras desbriznadas
de la flor del azafrán
amparan la memoria
y calman el dolor menstrual

yo me rasco la cara
repleto de zarzas
como queriendo rascar
tu cabeza

también dicen los que saben
que sonrío al recordar tu nombre
y que los besos balbucean
si los labios intranquilos
intentan decir adiós

pero yo tengo un plan secreto

dicen los expertos
como si quisieran que no se supiera
que ningún cambio ocurre
sin una realidad imaginada;
dicen que voy a alegrar la habitación
y tu labio que mira hacia abajo
con una orquídea
en la alberca de arriba

HELLO MY LOVE

I scratch my face
full of brambles
wanting to scratch
your head

Hello, my love
I'm going to brighten the room with an orchid
suspended six meters above ground and above
the bed hangs by a thread
on top of the hill.

[…it’s this voice I think we’ve all heard and we hate when we hear it, that says: “voicemail; your call will be charged after the following tone”, right? and then:” this is the voice mail for two, two one, zero, nine…”]

Hello, my love
I ask you not to worry too much about the floor,
it might only be going through a rough patch;
an awful experience.

[…”your call cannot be answered at the moment”. And so you leave the message, that they’ll never hear, obviously… and “if you’re satisfied with your message, press one; to listen to your message, press two…”]

[…hi this is… I’m not sure if you still have my number, actually… it appears on Facebook so hopefully this is still your number… I had all this stuff in storage, including a bunch of pictures, and I found some of us and… I guess I just kind of wanted to reconnect… my dad said “who cut who out of the photograph…”, or out of the picture, that’s what he said… talking about one of the pictures, that it was just you cut out from the picture of us… he was asking about the tangible things… like, I was thinking, yeah, so he’s just a cut out picture in my… picture box…. and… I don’t know… I guess looking through all of them I was like… we had a lot more than that, right? So… you wanna talk, catch up, give me a call back, my number is…]

It may only miss
the mountain of your dirty clothes,
clean and unused,
your boots in bags,
the broken lamp
and your yellow jacket:
a masterpiece
with no fear of being wrong

Hello, my love
experts say
that there is a greenish tone
that sinks into the ground
and imitates the stroke of the waves of the sea;
if we go out and seek it
by the end of breakfast
perhaps we could find it.

Today, the stain on the carpet that crawls everywhere stares at me.
It convinces me that we exist
like faces in the sun or textures in haze
of sensitive skins;
and in the upper lip,
laughter
and an orchid.

Experts say that plucked threads
of saffron flower protect memory
and calm menstrual pain.

I scratch my face full of brambles
wanting to scratch your head.

Those who know also say
that I smile when I remember your name,
and that kisses babble
when restless lips attempt saying goodbye.

But I have a secret plan

Experts say,
as if they did not want us not to know,
that no change ever occurs
without an imagined reality.

They say
I'm going to brighten the room
and your lip that looks down
with an orchid
in the pool above us.