Thursday, August 23, 2007


The sentry spoke
Into the public telephone
“No fume papá”
He said with his voice
Full of tenderness
And concern

The ambulance
Led the way to
To la Cruz Roja

I followed it
It helped my memory
It opened the night
To the fat lady
Who likes to sing

She sang happy
Romantic songs
Her face would change
With each voice inflection
Those were pop songs
Songs full of infatuation

Sometimes this place
Feels like a
Godless zone

But when God smiles
I can see Him
In the eyes of people
On moving cars
Near fishing rods
And the martial arts

Sunday, August 19, 2007


El radio se tropezó
Con un elemento

Sus sonidos
Fueron como
Un estornudo

Me gusta
Atrapar pensamientos
Con plumas importadas

Porque permanecen
En el aire
Como helicópteros