Don't matter if you're rich and strong Don't matter if you're weak Don't matter if you write a song The nightingales repeat Don't matter if it's nine… - Leonard Cohen

God is alive. Magic is afoot. God is alive. Magic is afoot. God is afoot. Magic is alive. Alive is afoot. Magic never died. God never sickened. Many poor men lied. Many sick men lied. Magic never weakened. Magic never hid. Magic always ruled. God is afoot. God was ruler though his funeral lengthened. Though his mourners thickened Magic never fled...

The Remote

I often think about you
when I’m lying alone in
my room with my mouth
open and the remote
lost somewhere in the bed.

Todas las disparidades del mundo, las diversas alas de la paradoja, las dos caras del problema, las preguntas de deshojar la margarita, la concienca con forma de tijera, todas las polaridades, las cosas y sus imágenes y las cosas que no proyectan sombras y, sencillamente, las explosiones cotidianas de una calle, esta cara y aquélla, una casa y un dolor de muelas, explosiones que sólo tienen, en su nombre, letras diferentes, mi aguja todo lo atraviesa, y yo mismo, mis ávidas fantasías, todo lo que ha existido y hoy existe, somos parte de un collar de imcomprensible belleza y falta de sentido.