Monday, November 16, 2009

THE RESPECT OF BEAUTY


I see your photograph
And think of the poems

Those poems that lay
Sleeping in your notebook
In your mind

On in the invention
Of your secrets

I think of the challenge
Those words could ignite
In our fast-forward lives

I lay down
I lay low

Enough of steeping on stones

I go down and look
At your picture
One more time
Before starting
The dream machine

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Fluye

Martínez said...

¿Hacia dónde?