miércoles, 8 de octubre de 2014

Mi sino


No toqué,
no entendí.

No noté,
no exigí.
No cuidé,
no elegí.
No soñé,
no insistí.
No te amé,
no olí.

No alisé,
no me fui.
No oré,
no rendí.




Iván Arrillaga Valero.

miércoles, 20 de agosto de 2014

En su recuerdo


Y dos lágrimas gemelas
siguieron a otras treinta,
paridas con sangre y vergüenza,
regando aquel olivo
testigo de sus miedos.

Aquellos dedos culpables
golpeaban la mesa,
al son de un réquiem
de metálicas melodías
a cielo descubierto.

Cinco saetas clavaron
en sus rosados versos
haciendo de su sangre
elixir de eterna juventud
de mi recuerdo.

Y a su muerte,
las hienas eructaron,
satisfechas de revancha,
esperma de ave negra
el cual era su alimento.







Iván Arrillaga Valero.

jueves, 14 de agosto de 2014

FISHY BLUES

You, hands up!
Eros´ back.
Show your body
ready to unpack.

Tricky waters,
dirty club,
scrap and maggots,
I´m your hungry shark.

Feeling your smell
off the beaten track,
I´m just suffering
a heart attack.

I got you baby.
Got your lips smack,
Give what is mine
quick as a flash.

Like a spring chicken
and about to start,
It´s dead on arrival!
It´s dead, oh my god!.

"It´s on the house", it said
And I said: "What?
fishy babe, fishy"
...and paid no heed to that.

And paid no heed to that.



Iván Arrillaga Valero.

jueves, 19 de diciembre de 2013

Butt-surfed Ardent Queen




Butt-surfed Ardent Queen,
the day I met you
I thought You were so clean.

Butt-surfed Ardent Queen,
raise up your voice
and show me what you mean.

Butt-surfed Ardent Queen,
shining in the dark
you´re still a teen.

Butt-surfed Ardent Queen,
the more you scratch it
the more it will itch.

Butt-surfed Ardent Queen,
bleeding all around
You´ve ruined your blue jeans.

Butt-surfed Ardent Queen,
Neglect and failure
got you down on your knees.

Butt-surfed Ardent Queen,
rotted in oblivion
sparkling eyes of green.

Butt-surfed Ardent Queen,
some of us love you
chest and back You´re in between.

Butt-surfed Ardent Queen.
Butt-surfed Ardent Queen.
But...Ar...Que.
B.


Iván Arrillaga Valero.

lunes, 28 de mayo de 2012

Growing pain of human being



It seemed to be a teeth infection
but was really a chain reaction.

Growing pain of human being
my soul is from corpse freeing.

Get the car to spend a nice day
and your asshole ready to pay.

Growing pain of human being
my soul is from corpse freeing.

Turn on TV and watch the shares
ain´t nobody else to bare?.

Growing pain of human being
my soul is from corpse freeing.

Throw culture out to trash
it is worth it to make cash.

Growing pain of human being
my soul is from corpse freeing.

Einstein´s relativity?
Change it into productivity.

Growing pain of human being
my soul is from corpse freeing.

There´s a new sort of slavery
due to youngest people´s poverty.

Growing pain of human being
my soul is from corpse freeing.

Climate change voices are to fail
those are just some fairy tales.

Growing pain of human being
my soul is from corpse freeing.

It´s a powerfull terrorism
Bjorn Lomborg´ skepticism.

Growing pain of human being
my soul is from corpse freeing.

Earth´s over ...it´s a pity
no one cares, hit the city!.

Growing pain of human being
my soul is from corpse freeing.






Iván Arrillaga Valero.


viernes, 10 de junio de 2011

...AND LOLA WAVED GOODBYE.



This naive poem is all about
the love and tender that, with no doubt,
a human mother honestly showed
to her feline kid in a crazy mode.

Their cristal clear compromise
was written by the clouds in the skies
She´d look after it with such a love
that this being could never get tired of.

She was its relative, its friend, its folk.
Her love for it was as strong as an oak.
It was completely flawless in her mind
though she sometimes seemed to be blind.

But this kitty was seriously ill
so one day got started going downhill
up to the time it gave the last breath
and finally found the expected death.

Is that kind of love so real and true
or a symptom of a weird type of flu?.
Her heart collapsed and a piece flew away
but the crying rest still remains.



Iván Arrillaga Valero.

sábado, 12 de febrero de 2011

Yolanda

Sonrisa frustrada,
adelfa fragante
en sal ahondada.

Eterno lamento,
tu buenaventura
tornose enojada.

Moriste matando.
Disfruta tu gloria
por siempre ganada.




Iván Arrillaga Valero