THE ICE CAVE

Aunque no te lo diga, te busco Aunque no te enteres, te encuentro Te hablo y sé que no escuchas Te veo cuando cierras los ojos Te besaré cuando los abras Aunque no te lo esperes   Como protesta pacífica Te escribo en mí sin que me puedas tocar Es ira Con gotas salpicadas de soledad Es nostalgia    A dos copas de vino tinto Es caricia Aunque no lo creas

Pensándolo bien, jamás habité tu piel La sobreviví Sin oasis Sin balsa inflable Naufragué en tus dunas espaciales Desterrado Cual culpable por soñarte entre estrellas Como tonto creyéndose mar para reflejar tu cielo nocturno Fui un vulgar espejo roto que se cortó el pulgar Por aferrarse A tu piel

¿Acaso eres de dónde nace la inspiración para las cosas bonitas de este mundo? A lo mejor vienes del país de las sonrisas dulce Y miradas suaves Donde se danza en vez caminar Donde para hablar cantan Y las ideas Todas son de colores Una cromatía de oleos juguetones de sol a sol En constante evolución   O quizás eres de donde viene la calidez Como las que inundan el corazón de dicha Y nos llevan hacia la inevitabilidad de la sonrisa De esas que no se borran O no queremos borrar Y los ojos se dilatan Se abren grande Para dejar que la mirada se rinda A tú llegada A tus pasos A tus formas A tí ¿De dónde vienes entonces? ¿Es este poema de allá, tal vez? Llévalo Por si combina contigo   Si te queda bien Vístelo Si te suena a música Bailalo Pinta con él usando tus dedos Hazlo canción un día de lluvia Si tiene buen sabor Escóndelo para postre de media noche Pero ante todo Guárdalo Detrás de ese brillo

  Senator Bern has been in the hateful eyes of the public for the last two months. His open association with a presumably terrorist cell financier, billionaire and consul Amir Ziyad, has raised many red flags in his party.   There have been successful attacks from this organization since he started meeting with Ziyad. Ziyad has evaded international authorities for years now, even though there is no hard proof of him belonging to the terrorists; but the party cannot have that. House elections are closer now and they need to save face in front of the media, and Senator Bern –according to the polls— is dragging the numbers down.   The party decides to make an awful move, to assassinate senator Bern before he makes his next financial contribution to the campaign. They don’t want the slightest rumour circulating around of having terrorist money in their accounts. Ziyad’s hosting a big party in town and has invited many politicians and ambassadors. That’s when and where Ber...

El senador Bern ha sido objetivo de los ojos de odio del público en los últimos dos meses. Su asociación abierta con el cónsul billonario Amir Ziyad, un presunto financiador de una celda terrorista, ha levantado muchas tarjetas rojas en su partido.  Se han producido varios ataques exitosos de esta organización desde que el senador empezó a reunirse con Ziyad. Este último ha evadido autoridades internacionales por años, ya que no hay pruebas reales de su membresía terrorista. Pero el partido no puede permitirse esto. Las elecciones de la cámara se acercan y necesitan limpiar su cara en la mirada de los medio, y el senador Bern –según las encuestas— está arrastrando los números hacia abajo.  El partido decide dar un paso terrible; asesinar al senador Bern antes de que haga su siguiente contribución financiera a la campaña. No quieren el más mínimo rumor circulando de tener dinero terrorista en sus libros. Ziyad va a celebrar una gran fiesta en la ciudad y ha invitado muchos ...

 -Les encantarán a los niños. ¿No crees, mi bombón? -Por supuesto, tus galletas son lo mejor de todo el mundo. -No, eso eres tú. Tú eres lo mejor de todo mi mundo. -Pero yo no soy una galleta. -Claro que lo eres, mi galletita más tierna. -¿Cómo no amarte? -Eso lo averiguas tú. Mientras estás en eso, voy a chequear el horno. -Por favor, siéntate. Yo le echaré un vistazo a las galletas.   Has estado trabajando bastante en la cocina hoy. -Que caballeroso. -Muy bien. ¿Qué tenemos aquí? -Con cuidado, mi caramelo. Usa un trapo. -Sí que está caliente. Okey. Abriré esto. Pues sip. Están listas. -Busca la band… -¿Bandeja? La tengo. -Usa las pin… -¿Pinzas? Te leí la mente. -Ahora ve por la le… -¿Leche? Enseguida. Y once vasos de la alacena. -Doce. -Cierto. ¿Qué haría sin tí? -Tener una vida sin sabor. Muy bien. Yo llevaré las galletas. Después de todo, las hice yo. -Sí. Ese honor siempre es tuyo. -Tu trae la leche y… -…y abro la puerta para ...

  “Queridos pasajeros. Nos estamos acercando al espacio aéreo de Bangkok. Agradecemos restauren sus bandejas a su posición original, y abrocharse los cinturones de seguridad. Iniciaremos nuestro descenso en breve” Martín apenas durmió en las 12 horas de vuelo; abrazando el maletín con el montón de dinero que decidió tomar del baño en su última escala, y aun con algo de adrenalina fluyendo por su cuerpo. Incluso, ha ido tres veces al baño   en el avión para dar una rápida mirada los miles, o millones en el interior. Solo lo abre up poquito, lo cierra inmediatamente y se sienta en el inodoro a recuperar su respiración. El personaje de Tolkien Frodo, o Bilbo se le viene a la mente cada vez que siente esa urgencia por volver a mirar lo que hay adentro del maletín. Martín recrea una y otra vez los que pasó la zona de abordaje del último aeropuerto. La primera vez que vio el maletín, justo ahí al lado de los lavamanos. Preguntar a los hombres que entraban y salían si habían ...

  “Ladies and gentlemen. We’re approaching Bangkok airspace. Please restore your trays into upward positions and fasten your seat belts. We’re beginning our descent in a few minutes.”             Martin barely slept during the 12 hour flight; holding the suitcase with lots of money he decided to take from the restroom in his last airport stop, still with some adrenaline rushing through his body. He’s even been thrice to the bathroom in the plane to take a quick small peek at the thousand, or millions inside. He just opens it a little, closes it immediately and sits on the toilet to catch his breath.             The character Frodo, or Bilbo from the Tolkien movie adaptations comes to his mind every time he feels the urge to go back to the bathroom to have just another innocent look. He recreates the events at the last boarding gate like another film.   The first time he saw the suitcase, right ther...

“The children will love these, don’t you think, my cupcake?” “Of course, your cookies are the best in the whole world.” “No, that’s you. You are the best in my whole world.” “But I’m not a cookie.” “Of course you are, my sweetest cookie ever.” “How can I not love you?” “You figure that out. In the meantime, let me check the oven.” “Please, sit. I’ll give the cookies a look. You’ve been working a lot here in the kitchen.” “Oh, how chivalrous.” “Okay. What do we have here?” “Careful honey, use a cloth.” “Sure it’s hot, huh. Ok, I’ll open this and… yep. They are ready.” “Get the tr…” “The tray? Got it.” “The pinc…” “The pincers? Beat you by a mile.” “Go for the mi…” “Milk? Right away. And eleven glasses from the cupboard.” “Twelve” “Of course. What would I do without you?” “Okay. Let me carry the cookies. I made them in the first place.” “Yes, the honour is always yours.” “You bring the milk and…” “…I open the door for us.” “A kiss before?” “Sure, sugar. Let me clean some of this flour of...

[Untitled (for now)]   [Reference: siblings 1]   A group of five high school friends –age 16 to 17— have been preparing for prom for the last three weeks. They all have their dates, suits, cars and very exciting and romantic plans. This is the night. They have been together since elementary school. The bond is long and strong. They’re like brothers. Everything is set for this big evening, and apparently their respective dates are totally willing also, or close to be. One of them is half-sister to one of the five friends. They don’t live together, they live with their respective moms and their stepfathers, but they have a healthy relationship and the group actually gets along well having half-siblings among them. They all drive amazing vehicles this night; some rented, some borrowed. They pick their girls up; one dressed lovelier than the other. The sky is beautiful. The event at the school hall had the most amazing music and atmosphere. The usual bullies and pranks...

[Untitled (for now)]  [Reference: Crew 3]   The crew of professional cat burglars (Mel, Leo, Chris, August and Nat), finally arrive at their secure location. Thanks to Nat the contortionist, who remained hidden in a very small compartment on the boat, they could escape Interpol upon arriving at the city docks. Simple. She snuck out unnoticed and freed them while the cops where distracted with formalities and paperwork, since they were not being closely guarded. They are now countries away from where they were captured. Now at the mansion there are lots of signs of struggle but not forced entry. Kathe is not home, as they presumed.  They are all stressed, nervous and also scared for Kathe. Nothing makes sense so far. They are always cautions, disciplined, and truth worthy with one another.  They have never failed a job, never had encounters with law enforcement officials and never had competitors in the field. Surely they have many competitors but among the commun...

[Untitled (for now)] [Reference: crew 2] A crew of professional cat burglars have been planning their last heist for the last 3 weeks. Buying stocks, islands, mansions, cars, starting hotel chains and throwing a big wedding are among their dreams after this score. They already have the buyer for the item they are going to steal, and the price will settle them for life. Leo and Mel –which are engaged— are the de facto leaders of their joined jobs, the most agile and crafty of the group. There is also Chris the tech guy, August the gear specialist and Nat the contortionist. Kathe manages the negotiations, the drops, and the deliveries, exchanges and serves as the legal front of their operations. She, however, never goes on the field. She stays in a secure location, countries away. On THE night, everything goes smoothly as planned, as always… spotless, professional work. Mel, as usual, is the one in charge of carrying the package. This time is a small gray case. They all meet at the r...

[Untitled (for now)] [Reference: crew 1] Mel and Kathe arrive to this place they’ve been planning to have lunch in for the last week. Kathe made the reservation for a table for 2 at the plaza –a nice outdoor area— in the middle of a famous café district in town. The restaurants around share this open square as a common patio for customers that wish to enjoy an open-air meal. The traffic on the plaza is mostly pedestrian, cyclists and the occasional Vespa. They engage in some small talk. Kathe complains about the clothes Mel is wearing; “sports tights” she called them, adding that she hardly ever dresses for the occasion. Mel defends her choices describing her style as comfortable and not “sport tights” but “training clothes”. She adds that she could never be moving around in dresses and high heels like Kathe. In a blink of the eye Mel’s bag is snatched, and also whatever she was saying. Kathe yells out of surprise and panic. Everyone around as well, but Mel could see some actual ha...

 Gracias a la mano de Halley Ediciones de Buenos Aires, celebro la llegada de Gotero de un Témpano , mi primer poemario, que recopila una serie textos breves de mi cuenta de twitter. Siempre soñé con tener libros bajo mi nombre (cualquiera de los dos nombres). Imaginé que podría ser uno o dos cuentos cortos en una compilación junto con textos de otros autores, o en una especie de antología de poemas de mediano o largo aliento de los que tanto me gusta exhalar por los dedos. Confieso –entre risas—, jamás imaginé que el libro primogénito sería de tweets. Las vueltas que da la vida, graciosas las cosas de Dios, irónico que es el destino. Como sea que se ponga y como se vea, debí haber esperado algo inesperado de mí. Así, impredecible como el hielo del cual nadie espera sufrir una quemadura (Axé por eso). Desde el 2010, fecha en la que creé esa cuenta de microblogueo, acostumbro a soltar botellas con inmediateces mentales adentro; algunas hasta sin corcho de tanta impacienc...