+tatto+

+ Me tatuo "tu"..

tu estas en toda mi piel..

absorvido por mis poros..

alimentandome de "tu"...+

Aire

Aire
como me duele el viento que golpea mi cuerpo...
el aire que respiro putrefacto me asfixia..
mis entrañas explotan desprendiendo mi piel de mis huesos.

Todo duele, mis ojos, mi boca, mi cuerpo...
mis manos ensangrentadas y calientes estrujan tu bello cuerpo
no quiero perderte...
y cada segundo derramo sobre ti,
lagrimas de frio liquido que se pierden con el viento.

B

Tactics and strategy

Mario Benedetti
Tactics and strategy

My tactics is to watch you,
to learn how you are,
to love you the way you are.

My tactics is to talk to you
and to listen to you;
to build with words
an indestructible bridge.

My tactics is
to stay in yor memory,
I do not know neither how nor
with which pretext,
but to stay in you.

My tactics is to be frank
and to know that you are frank
and that we do not sell ourselves simulacrums
so that between us both
there is neither curtain nor abysses.

My strategy is, nevertheless,
deeper and simpler.

My strategy is
that any given day,
I do not know neither how nor
with what reason,
at last... you need me.