DARWINIAN PRELUDE

   There will be fingers of smoke,
 light feet of moon,
 perfect hands of water,
 beefy hearts,
 looks of gull,
 honey and dreams,
 bodies of foam,
 smiles of quince …

    Let the man be done,

 let the cell grow.

    Let the world begin,

 let everything evolve.

  (From "The trip of souls", a book about paintings by Francisco García Torcal)

VALLEY OF JUPITER I

Nobody.
Nothing.
None.
Desert.
Loneliness.

Shadows.

Emptiness.

Silent weightlessness.

Sleeping suns

and a dark restlessness

in the looks.

(From "The trip of souls", a book about paintings by Francisco García Torcal)

NAUTILUS

   I want to sink with you,

companion.

May your pain hurts me

and perforate my pain,

Captain Nemo.

   May the same sadness

that kills your hope

accompanies me to die.

   May the same sea

that stings in your wounds

be mine also,

my Captain.

  (From "The trip of souls", a book about paintings by Francisco García Torcal)

THIRSTY FOSSILS

 One day there was a sea here.

And the sea was never more.

Eternally fixed,

the seconds

chiselled its fingerprints.

Fossilized pain

in every stone.

Instants without a time,

sea with nobody.

Thread of moon

cut in the tide.

Here there was a sea.

A stopped time

fossilizes souls,

freezes feelings,

remains, lasts.

Here there was a sea.

Rocks remember.

 (From "The trip of souls", a book about paintings by Francisco García Torcal)

ULISES´S JOURNEY

   Oceans of kisses, hands of algae

 that one day I stroked

 before I was,

 without memory of you,

 far from Ítaca.

And today I have returned to look at myself

 in your silence,

 in the sweet quietude of your look.

   And you do not recognize me, do not hold me.

 You weave, unravel, days of silence

 Shrouds of courage and empty grey

 While the vultures overfly your soul.

 (From "The trip of souls", a book about paintings by Francisco García Torcal)

WEAVING THE TIME

   Tell me who I am.

Invent a life for me.

Weave my time,

spin my fantasy.

Let me be your dream...

Give me dark seconds

of harmony.

Weave moments.

Draw me in your life.

 (From "The trip of souls", a book about paintings by Francisco García Torcal)

CRYPTOGRAPHIC NIGHTMARE

   I decipher this silence.
I codify words,
and the encrypted dragon
chases a heart
to read it.

    Linked eyes,
 cadence of the souls,
 sequence of the pain.
 A key is absent!

 Your labyrinth
             is closed

                       behind me.

    (From "The trip of souls", a book about paintings by Francisco García Torcal)

PENTAGRAM OF SILENCE

A note of forgetfulness.
Blue sea on the sky.
Blue hopes.
Music beyond the time
and in the air
a blue symphony of silence.

  (Unpublished, from "The trip of souls",  a book about paintings by Francisco García Torcal)