Poetry

You are my one.

Natural, without two faces,
with style, but get married with simplicity..
Sensitive, crying till the End...
Soulful, dancing beyond dawn...
Humble, conscious of being shade and ashes...
Intelligent, money what for?
Rooted out, facing up to empty attachments...
Open minded, false illusion of things...
Sweet, tender, wearing a personality frock...
An inquiring mind, being aware of our eternal ignorance...
Time, a soft caress...
Social position, a poisoned dart...
I'll be waiting for you...
I'll be patient, wherever you are...
Like that, everything makes sense: no boredom, no routine, no wariness, no apathy...
Well be together forever...
Waiting for each other...
G.P.

Mountains of bleak hopes...
You learnt utopias and in exchange, just wrongs.
Rider of tears, once you wanted to be wind,
and touch the stars...

Rivers cry for you.
Oh, poor soul!
Oh, poor shadow!
How many deceptions!
How many tinsels!
How many mud!

What's the matter?
What are you made of?
The oracle gives the answer:
the colour of your skin tastes calm...
the shape of your spirit became a mystery...
the scent of your breath, married cowardice...
the innermost of your wishes is your battle against your weaknesses.

Go away from me!
A simple grain of dust I want to be.
I'm just a sigh, and to nothingness
I'd like to dive...

Abandonment.
Dreary puffs of silence...
An odourless boom comes from its despair...
Dunes of woe remained behind, in patient expecting.
You were there, so close, so avid of eternal defects...

Thoughts came suddenly and the kingdom turned into convictions.
Unhazardous scalps wandering around.
Some predecessor gave up, testy and hauteur
trying to trap crumbs of misery.

Oh, prodigious Faith! You changed every surge!
Vindications as endemic taint.
Singularity as a tinge of boldness.
Holy panacea! Blessings from vales of restraint.

Here you are: dreams made you jaunty,
with a refined gusto, running away from miser compunctions.
It is inexorable: apathetic summons come for you
holding grind, bigotry, shrewd concealments.

A sensual feeling of perdition feeds your spirit.
You'd like to retch. Instead, you can just careen
exhilarated by your decay.

It is getting late and in the middle of your
spooky consternation, it glitters a single word,
the executioner of your prowesses: abandonment.

A set of poses like cataracts of raggednesses.
Adoration of tramps
cleans their wiry huffs.
Sidle up. Far worse situations have been confronted.
Blithely, they live in a world apart
whether you want it or not.

How many times you ran away!
How many times you gave it up!
How many times you felt trapped and did not do anything!
How many times you wanted not to exist anymore!
How many times you wandered around willing to join bottomless ravines!
How many times you gagged your instincts!

Regardless, you stand, fed by your only ambrosia
that keeps alive your soul: Hope.

Ravines of triumphant desires.
Go! Move on!
Don't wait for the right moment!
There are not right moments,
just dreams to fulfil,
whirlwinds of utopias to dive into,
waves of chimeras to be caressed...

Look at the horizon!
A special parade of stars
and coloured clouds.
Tomorrows and yesterdays like rigged bets.
True life tastes of now, right away.
Every illusion postponed vanishes immediately after.

The daily grind prods you in order to make you feel pelty.
Come on! Listen to the angels' whispers!
Close your eyes and lock your senses.
Seeing and feeling don't have nothing to do with tinsels.

There, it's the boat.
It's not an ordinary one.
It's called courage and by means of braveness
will lead you to lands of Paradise,
that so forgotten for most people: Freedom.

Walking along the world
and never alone.
It's just awhile...
Your memories are my sanctuary.
By invoking you, nothing fiendish can occur.
Beyond here, is the key.
Now, is the way to the definite after.
A tiny ripple in the immensity of the Rainbow.
Everything tastes of you, anytime, anywhere, anyhow.
The sunshine will stay brought for you to me.
Grey skied no more.
Just goodness, innocence, good hearted of you.
Every day like a gift from heaven.
Every day more and more shadow and ashes.
Every day, means something because of you.
I won't stand by that last apparent place.
You are not there.
You became breeze, dawn, dew, hope...
One dream, one vision: I long for
arriving...
I'll follow the light. No fears, no dreads then...
I'm going, I'm going... so grateful, so happy, so faithful...
Gabriel Puyó. Dublin 29-09-2005.

Exhalation of a luscious hoax
A dreary wish from the mainstream
is shattered.
Take the blame and catch the drift
This is a lie and you are full...
full of trifles...
The broth of your miseries
became indispensable...
However misgivings...
Somehow you were hypnotised by
the recital of a perpetual darkness...
Play your lies, play if you wish...
I'm fading... more and more...
more and more.
Gabriel Puyo. Osca.

Beyond all your fears...
Beyond all your tears and wears...
Beyond dawns and dusks...
Beyond time and shadows...

There is just yourself
Just yourself...

The rain in your eyes...
The horizon in your hair...
The beginning and the end in the way you look...
The taste of Eternity in every single part of yourself...

You are both everything and nothingness.
You will always be present
in every sigh...
in every sorrow and laugh...
in every sentimental walk...

Heaven as home...
Before as forever...
Purity as your breath...
My thanks as a humble homage...
My goodbye as my admiration...

My love as your perpetual freedom
My dusk as your dawn... my darling... my darling...

Ah, Holy Wind!!!!
Lands, seas, skies,
plateaus and plains!!!
Everything caressed by
your tenderness,
your greatness!

I would like to be like you,
to dance, to walk, to become
mad, and get rapture,
frenzy and meaning!!

Wind, my friend, my brother:
I am at your disposal, because
I admire you, love and miss you!!!

My soul is wind, my dreams and utopias.
Take me with you. Show me your wisdom,
teach me and do not leave me!!!

Sacred wind. Once and for all I would like
to fuse myself to you.
Sacred wind. I am all yours!!!

To the stars, a pleading to the Horizon
Happiness through sighs, solitudes, and sorrows...
Real beauty in sadness
Real money, your dreams

To the sunsets, a pray to Exile
joy in your heart, glee overflowing your veins
Real possessions, nothingness...
Real commitment to yours

I feel grateful
I am committed...
to the most important thing ever:
to my Spirit... my cure, my utopia
I am committed...

Rehash, rehash until the end of the beginning.
Rehash every single piece of your heart.
All of us were taught not to forfeit.
Because of you, it's just because of you...

It's your fault. Our fault.
And it always will.
You remain invisible...
invisible to the real things.

It's your fault. Our fault.
Don't feel sorry.
Don't back off.
Don't waste your prime.

Comparisons are odious.
By and by the horizon fades
and the only thing you have to care about
is that pure mixture between
your defeats and your broken hopes.

Horizons...
Illusions...
Faith...
Hope...
Chimera...
Utopias...
Exiles...
Loneliness...
Sorrow...
Grief...
Love...

Now and right here...
suffer all and well,
but now, please now...

Your thickness is fake,
your weakness apparent
and your splendour eternal.

I am here and I am not.
I am shade and light...
fire and water...
paradoxical logic...

Simplicity as the key,
there won't be wars,
nor peace...
there won't be longings
nor desultory promises...

The whisper is empty
the try useless,
the song soundless
the meadow colourful...

Are you ready? Ask the Gods.
Ready what for?
Ready to caress the eternity...
to keep all the riches in the world...
to break the chains...
to greet farewells...

Dreams of water,
among golden silences.
Once again that feeling...
like the wind of your smile...
like the perfection of your weakness...

It's not late... nor soon...
It's now or forever...
It's not a victory nor a defeat...
It's the completeness of you...

Like the eternity of just a sigh,
Like the softness of solitude,
Like the greatness of sadness,
Like the wisdom of goodbye...

Is it a tragedy to be alone?
Is it a blessing to be sad?
Is it a miracle not to want anything?
Is it a mirage to love every single person?

Is it real all of this nonsense?
Is it worth chasing the stars?
Is it a dream to find the one?
Is it possible to believe?

Is it possible?
Look at the perfection of a starry night...
Examine the pureness of a newborn child...
Note the humble Faith from the poorest...

BEING.

Most of I want is not to want anything...
Most of what I long for is to get desireless...
Most of what I possess is nothingness...
Most of what I envy is to want emptiness...
Most of my biggest treasures are despised by others...
Most of what I would like to become is meaningless to masses...

This is the rhythm of my night...
The rhythm of the silence...
This is the echoes from tramps...
This is what you meant to be...

Most of it...
Most of it is just to be, to be...

"Our business in this world is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits." R.L.Stevenson.

Why darkness? Why? I can't understand. Why?
Is it not enough the perfection of a starry night?
The humility of the air all around?
The pureness of a sunrise?
The honesty of a meadow?
Or the trustworthiness of a desert?
How come did you choose darkness?
What happened to you?
What did you do to yourself?
That path just leads you to Perdition...
Why darkness?
What is your heart filled with?
As long as you are here, there is time to be happy, to fulfill what you deserve...
Listen to the breezes, embrace the Nature, plunge into the loyalty of generosity... be the richest person on earth having nothing... defeat by being defeated... go for dinner where there is just starvation... let yourself be beautiful... walk through the ashes of your innermost greatness...
Listen! Skies are shouting at you: Come on! You have time left!
Bells ring and I am afraid it could be your last call...
Just some more steps... so close... so close... it's the light... awaiting you...

"An angel led me when I was blind
I said take me back, I've changed my mind
Now I believe
From the blackest room, I was torn
You called my name, our love was born
So I believe..." Depeche Mode. Suffer Well.

As the ashes that just I while could defeat anything and now are only the wind of a recent past...
As the breeze that comes with the breathes from armies of dreamers...
As the sunset that shows you how to do its best just before becoming a memory...
As those cold eyes that were not able to appreciate the greatness of hardships...
As that scent from where nobody wants to see: your heart...
It's time... It was always...
    It's time to... suffer well...
       Suffer well pilgrim...
          Suffer well my friend...
             Suffer until the next season, and after that, keeping suffering...
Every drop of your suffering is purifying your soul...
Keep suffering well...
Your spirit is shining more and more...
Those cold eyes will be next... the most beautiful ones... because they al last understand...
You paid the price... you abandoned the useless chains...
You plunged into the Paradise... you touched the stars...
You caressed the utopias...
You just suffered well... my friend...

One day my dear... One day the wind will be roses... the sun a precious fun with which to cool my longing for poverty... One day the carpet of your hopes will become the celestial tune forgotten no more...
One day your smile will be carved on my veins for the next thousand lives and I will find you in every single one of those... I won't let you be without me... because you and I are meant to be just one... like many others without wanting to know it...
One day the bravery of my panaceas will take over the silence and then, on that precise moment, the saddest song in the world will have been created... and the entire universe will understand how it is possible to be eternally happy in the most profound melancholy...
One day Destiny will join us... and from then on, harmony and pureness will be the shield and the spear, the flower and the dew...
One day, there won't be more one day... because I will be with you...
One day, like this beautiful day covered with the snow of my solitude, with the power of my weaknesses , with the renounce of my disbelieves, I will be prepared...
One day... one day... my dear...

CROSSROADS. By G.P

A miracle... the dawn holding your breath...
It is not so difficult: thousands generations ago the river of your humility covered the entire horizon... please let that music play and don't go away...
This humble tribute is mine just for you... I want you because of the peace in your soul... I adore the wealth of your sincerity... the treasure of your goodness... the softness of your principles... the kingdom of your ethics...
Let that music play and come here to dance with me...
Are you not listening to my calling?
I am by your side... at the bank in the river of your most precious goodbyes...
I am there... awaiting the encounter of the final separation...
In patient wait... embracing whom is alone and hopeless... misunderstood and filled with the happiness of sorrow...
There will be a crossroad... close to the clearest and cleanest river that ever existed...
An eternal crossroad... with limitless paths... I am there... in the heart of your hesitations... in the core of your mistakes... in the surface of your dreams...
Crossroads... like the branches of a tree lost in the middle of nowhere...
Crossroads... like the faith of whom has everything by having a little...
Crossroads... like the child who cries imagining a world without him...
Crossroads... like the toy so many times abandoned...
Crossroads... like the eagerness for being just what you were born for...
Holly Crossroads...

Solitudes. By Gabriel Puyo.

"The opposite of an idealist is too often a man without love". Albert Camus.

It says the legend that there is a way to feel in harmony... a procedure by which the sound of your whispers becomes the melody from the orchestra of the silence... there, just in front of you... fakes, counterfeits goods decorated in grieves and ordinary events...

Masses taking over your souls... stubborn herds aware of cliffs with perdition at the bottom...

God never wanted that for you!

The flower is not ashamed to blossom... the gate is still open...

Take my broken wings and force me to fly again!

The oceans of my tears will be eternal and one day the hidden angels will appear to prove you could have been happy...

I know you are not alone, but what type of company did you get? Shadows of velvet, jewellery of tinsels, sumptuousness completely empty...

Far beyond all the clouds are transparent... and dozens of scents from your innermost desires become the unique accomplice of your defeats...

A lot of means emptiness and loneliness perfection... It is said that the wave of farewell is the only sigh that cure terminal illnesses.

No moss to gather! No shadows to duel! The track is luminous... the eye of the sky dyes the glamour of today asking for nothing in exchange...

The journey has just begun... your pilgrimage will take hazardous certainties... The calling is rotten and the leeway over...

You all were given everything... No atonements... A few crumbs of comfort will never justify your eternal condemnation... There you are: all together... same species... same ending...

Sheer ignorance... sheer tragedy...

Mere ambiguity... mere iniquity...

It's your fate... this precious solitude... nothing lasts forever... and the leaves of your destinies will turn into the success of your greatness: you were destined to smile... and your time is written...

The burden of the ice is just the grim of one million late events...

But you, you long time ago gave up that parade...

You are just alone... alone with your solitudes... solitudes of fulfillment.... solitudes of boldness... solitudes that make you invincible... solitudes as the ashes from your skin... brilliant solitudes as your honour... solitudes, the most precious pearls with which the shining from the taste of freedom becomes perpetual.

NOW

Luminous arms to reach the tact...
The door is ajar and a fine line divides the horizon from the eclipse...
It is been a long walk...
How is your halo?
How is the charisma of your depth?

Sooner rather than later that rehearsal will become a delicate performance...
And the blueness of your temperament will soak the entire Universe...
No forgiveness to whom is truly repented...
No sorry when the guilt impregnates your innocence...
No regrets when we will never know anything...

Along the precipice there was a call...
It was the echo from your disbelieves
It was the land from your previous existences...
It was, the rain dancing with the future...
It was you, it was now and always, it was now and never... it was just now...

SEQUENCES OF ETERNITY.

The drops of wind drenching this tact of your miseries...
In the other side, far beyond the Antipodes, the ancient rain is coming from the stars... you are there... alone... trying desperately to get time... but sadness too...
You are getting dust and dancing, past and forever...
On the stage, under the shield of your halo, so pure... so perennial... there you are... absent from what chains and drugs... indifferent to those shadows just willing to choose the coloured paintings...
More vivid than ever, in perpetual wait, crying for no being able to blossom...
The wrinkles of your illusion trapped the desires in another dimension...
Maybe in previous lives... Perhaps it never happened... Probably you were prince and slave...
The course of your hesitations feeds the souls of some believers and in the meantime, it dawned...
The spectacle is over... and you... you... just want to fly...
Don't you notice? You are wind! You are ashes! You started the definite sunset!

LOST.

It is the taste of your magnificence...
Like the dew dancing holding so many expectations...
It is the smile of your most deep melancholy...
Like the waves in constant search for harmony...

It is the perfection of the decay...
like the autumnal leaves descending the mountains of the recent splendor...
It's the humility of the bravery...
like the green of your hopes...

It is the end that is just the beginning...
like the pureness of your chimeras...
Your loss is your salvation...
You are lost but on your way of thousands crossroads...

It's the way...
It is the path...
It is the only truth:
Lost to be encountered...
Lost heading for no destinations...

Drops of celestial tunes...
Silky rainbows welcome you...
hesitations the source of your nourishment...
You are lost... perfection... shapes of fulfillment...

FLOWERS IN THE ROCK. BY GABRIEL PUYO.

Sounds of tears shed by silences with no ownership.
I like your look when sleeping...
I like the vertex of your frenzies...
I like the shout of the wind...

Paradigms of anonymity...
Mirror has to be chosen...
The cave is empty...
and your heart longs for blossoming...

Orchards and desserts...
Curves to nowhere...
Anguish forgotten...
Dance me to the deepest of your fears...

Ghosts are made of golden renounces
There is water in the rock...
and roses in the sand...

There is light in the shadow
and hope in the failure...

REASON'S KINGDOM

The wind smiles holding your breath...
Darkness banished, emptiness chained...
It's is at last, it is...
Every motion, every word..

Every sigh, every tear..
Every passing moment, every painful uncertainty...
heard, listened, embraced, considered...

Joy for bitterness...
Bliss for tragedy...
Wholeness for emptiness...
Eternity in the now...

The angels smiling reaching out the sunsets...
Mountains will stay along...
The reason reigns...
At last, at last...
To AM.