misread

If you wanna be my friend
You want us to get along
Please do not expect me to
Wrap it up and keep it there
The observation I am doing could
Easily be understood
As cynical demeanour
But one of us misread…
And what do you know
It happened again

A friend is not a means
You utilize to get somewhere
Somehow I didn’t notice
friendship is an end
What do you know
It happened again

How come no-one told me
All throughout history
The loneliest people
Were the ones who always spoke the truth
The ones who made a difference
By withstanding the indifference
I guess it’s up to me now
Should I take that risk or just smile?

What do you know
It happened again
What do you know.

libracos

alegrías de biblioteca
entre viejos textos
reencontrados
y en versos revividos

sorpresas
de jóvenes
entre los
estantes
reminiscencias
de librero
en años de loca
juventud

lecturas
en voz
alta
a perfectos
desconocidos

lecturas trasnochadas
y acompañadas
de buena música
y agradable compañía

la nena promete volver
y asaltar mi pequeña biblioteca
a su regreso a la capital
¿cómo negarle ese capricho
de prima hermana?
llévate y lee lo que quieras
tu sonrisa y tu mirada de admiración
tu sorpresa ante lo que encuentras
es mi mejor y mas preciada paga