otra noche

otra noche
cerca de la misma luna
vanidosa cuando llena
hasta que el frío
nos despide
cerca noche iluminada
de un sueño abrumador
consagrado en la mañana
como una pesadilla
de antiquísimos inviernos
noche secreta que me cuida
triste del futuro
que me espera
cuando el calor
me abraza hasta quemarme

blaming the students (buenos aires, 2010)

THEY gave new names to the youth
who later screamed dissatisfied
don't destroy our illusions
is there any left? the students cried
smoking cheap cigarettes sometimes
like the beggar lady with the holy hands
wandering the streets the young wouldn't stop
for what? give us a chance! we have our lives
our reasons our pride
but THEY burned whatever was left
and then accused
criminals lazy spoiled brats
just for a representation
just for riding a crocodile
or shooting an iron submarine
the youngest wanted the world
its ours no doubt
the gates are open for now
the not so young faced the violence
and some never came back
is there any refuge where love can rest?
only the surface appears as it is
THEY are cheap
vonnegut said once
and life goes on