ARBOLITO

EL árbol de té
Llega hasta tu cara
Yace en tu mente

I'm a slow walker, but I never walk back.

- Abraham Lincoln.



COFFEE HOUSE

As I walked pass her
The unknown
Beautiful woman whispered
My solito

The 2 girls from last time
Sat on the table
Next to mine
Now more nervous
For reasons unknown to me

The older man arrived
And as he prepared
To light a cigarette
I moved away
To the second floor

Change is the law of life.

- John F. Kennedy

CABALLO

Me pregunta una vez más
¿Qué llevas en el portafolio?
Sonríe y le veo sus frenos

"I was trying to think about women packing ice cream in the Gaza Strip...."

Juliana Spahr.

CONTAMINATION

Lemons in the bowl
Petroleum-jelly on them
Green fruits of Libya

I TURNED & LOOKED

I am on the chair
I hear a giggling young voice
She shows me her smile

INTELLIGENT

My child seems hypnotized
By what he sees
I look towards the direction
Of his field of vision
And the only thing that captures
My attention is the sign
On the back of a woman
That’s says “bebe”

Some meters back
There was another sign
In another woman’s back
That said “perfect”

What are you seeing son?
I asked him
He remains silent
Glassy-eyed

What are you seeing son?
More silence

I look at the woman
And then look at him
He smiles at me
And runs away towards
His classroom

TREK


The best way to travel
Is inside tears
Specially tears
That can not be identified

Secret tears of love
Stealthy tears of rapture

Tears that lay the
Route for journeys
That only truthfulness
Can generate

Tears that wash away
The ungratefulness
Of a harmful world

After all
If you follow your tears
You will arrive
To the place where
Water gathers

AIR WHISTLE


The helicopters outside
Fly on my night
And you have made
Of your mind an airport

I am sorry
For not being sorry
When everybody
Began to suffer

I believe it is less dramatic
When it happens in a monitor
In real life
I always like to
Home in beauty

It is better for the heart
For the mind
For the soul

I did not meant to give life
To your disguises
But I felt them
And touched them
And now that they are alive
I love them too

In creation
There’s no accidents
Only art

We love
The work
Of our spirits

It remind us
Where we come from
And where are we going

WELCOME TO HER SMILE


There was a lot of wine
I told him it was a noble thing
A good cause
A good mix

When they fed us
They became more relaxed
More comfortable

They were close when
They said the place looked
Like an Egyptian structure

The feeling was foreign enough
But it was just a feeling
Because the guy serving the pork
Spoke Serbian

The girl dispensing
The water bottles
Spoke Spanish
We had a good understanding
She even gave me thumbs up
With a beautiful smile

WALK

The girls
In the German car
Looked up & smiled

Their eyes trembled
Like cartoon characters
Like bouncing marbles

Like shooting stars
Trying to escape
From inside their
Eye sockets

The guys next to them
Looked away
And took a deep breath
Yoga breathing by accident
On a sidewalk of hyperventilation

And the afternoon was
Not cold anymore

I almost stopped
But movement is better
And my destination
Was getting closer anyways

SCREEN

Dough you are a bomb
A cry for help in the night
A humble servant

DEFAULT


When I take my glasses off
I see the world as God
Wants me to see it
Peaceful and malleable
And the beauty is always
In the hidden details
This is not my fault
If I can see more
While seeing less
If I can find the softness
In human nature
The goodness of human beings
Ready to be deployed

BUREAUCRAT

Thank you beloved
Take care of my sweetest heart
My magical day

SCHOOL

In the past I saw your future
You were older & even more beautiful
Smiling with the children

OUR DREAMS

I try to hold your beauty in my arms
When I direct-dream towards you

Towards your world of metaphors
Every each one of them
A dream itself

A dream like you
That slowly slips away
Towards the blue ocean

You turned me into
An amphibious dreamer
When I direct-follow you
Under water

I have never seen a swimmer
As beautiful as you

ONDAS

Papá mira
El agua corre
Como si fuera río

CAMINATA

El perro nos ladra
Le contestamos con carcajadas
Con la luz del sol

MEXICAN BUS

The guitarist plays
With Willy Nelson’s guitar
Storm inside my heart

THE BUS

The girl & her mother
Are riding on the bus
I like riding the bus too
Because the bus driver
Was nice to me
Like in a 1950’s movie

I like the girl’s eye glasses
And her dreamy demeanor
The way she would sigh
Once in awhile
Leaning against her mother
Against that suspicious look

When I ride the bus
I like how you can see
The people walking on the sidewalks
The shops with their esoteric numbers
And their symbolic names

I like the way I can see
Through the windows
Without worrying about
Crashing & dying

I like the way the girl
Was looking at me
With glassy eyes
A peaceful face
A tender presence
Just how I would imagine
My own daughter

I like being on top of the bus
Sitting on the bus
Standing on the bus
Walking away from the bus
Walking towards the bus

The bus tried to kill me and it failed
And your eyes my frail miracle
Make for the beauty of
All the world’s children

Tell you mother to lighten up
Tell her that you love her
Tell her to love you back
Tell her how you feel
Teach her to feel like you do

At the end of the day
As I sat in the taxi
In a different country
With different people
And stronger feelings and
I saw you & your mother
Walking towards the east

LESION

The sofá has stopped
The healing of my right side
Firm dreams are better

WINTER

Lime ice-cream is good
With salt in the afternoons
Flavors of summer

“Game laws should be drawn primarily in the interest of the whole people, keeping steadily in mind certain facts that ought to be self evident to everyone above the intellectual level of those well-meaning persons who apparently think that all shooting is wrong and that man could continue to exist if all animals were allowed to increased unchecked”

T. Roosevelt. 1910

OUR TABLE


He tries to kiss her
I smile & try not to notice
She seems uncomfortable
And he grows impatient

I concentrate on the poets
On the food
The tortillas
And the tequila

They take our pictures
And I tell my boys
To say cheese
And I say cheese with them

The girls look our way
And I remember the drunkard
At the Bob Dylan’s concert
With a scared baby hanging
From his chest as he proclaimed
“Chick Magnet”
And I smile again

But my children
Are having the time
Of their lives
Playfully laughing
With my promoter

They laugh
I laugh
We all laugh
I realize
This is very good indeed

RITUAL

The drinking of fire
Is as important as your love
Both are a matter of survival

SUSTENTO


Si cada bala pudiera convertirse en un beso
Y en lugar de suicidios tuviéramos castillos
Y en vez de casquillos
Críos que pueden transformar el mundo
Con una avalancha de cantos

Y si la sangre en lugar de escaparse por
Los alcantarillados de la ciudad
Se multiplicara con entes sonrientes
Capaces de sanar las dolencias de muchos

Y si el disparar no hiciera de una familia
Más chica sino más grande
Llena de melodías
Que funcionan como anticuerpos

Y si las mesas no estuvieran
Cubiertas de platillos caníbales
Sino de las plantas del Jardín del Edén

Si nuestras bebidas nos hicieran
Mirar el futuro y evitar los eminentes
Tropiezos de nuestro caminar
Si fueran calor para nuestros huesos
Y regeneración para los tejidos destrozados

Si nuestro entrar fuera como nuestro salir
Y nuestros días con noches muy diferentes
Y las noches permanecieran iluminadas
Con los movimientos del Amor
Ese trabajo de inmortalidad
Que mantiene al planeta ocupado

Si los ingredientes de tus pensamientos
No causaran tu muerte prematura
Si estuvieran vivos y no muertos
Si tuvieran la voluntad para resistir
El largo salto de la vida

Si los pisos estuvieran habitados
Por perros agradecidos
Que comen de las migajas
De señores y señoras enamorados
Sentados en la cima del mundo
Sentados en este restaurante

Si las ventanas ya no fueran vendettas
Sino reflectores de la verdad
Brillantes detalles resplandecientes
En los rostros de una familia

FIELDS

The garbage man doesn’t come
The Mediterranean gusts do the job
Refuse outspread on the grass

LAST NIGHT

The lovers
Called the police
There’s someone outside
With flashlight
And the police said
It is just the moon

ACCOUNT

The boy
Was plastered with jelly
He was cleaned
And the towels were
Heavy with marmalade
The soiled linens were
Given to Avellana
When she woke up

Optaré por las tortillas JM
Cuando esté controlando mi ordenador JM
¡Pero cuidado con los coyotes! BA

ALIMENTOS

Los astronautas
Comen tortillas
En el espacio

POEM FOR A HACKER

Your crafty presence adds
To whatever I do
You become indispensable
In the equation of creation
In the lattice of your reality

To think of you
As a partner in arms
Or an associate of the absurd
To ponder if you are needed
Or if you have become undesirable

Invisible partner
Take care of
More important business
It be good for you

I better wish you well
I better give you water
And not have you thirsty
Better hydrated
Than dried

Let me study
Your grey matter
I don’t know if
I should give you a hug
Or quick you
Between your legs

SONG WRITING

I played my guitar
On my bed
It laid on the side
That hurts the most

I sang a song about lovers
Who are euphorically lost
I sang a song
About everlasting devotion

And suddenly…
Your song began to emerge
From that sanctuary
Inside my thorax
And it came alive
Like a memory of flesh & blood

Dreams of medicine
Blanket of my life
Under the stars of winter

***********************

Sueños de medicina
Cobija de mi vida
Bajo las estrellas del invierno

BATLLE

There’s no joy in seeing
Your opponent destroyed
Only pain & sorrow

WHEN I WALKED THROUGH
THE DOOORS SHE LOOKED
AT ME & SMILED


Today at Divine Liturgy
The priest spoke about
A blind man who was able
to see better than those with
A good pair of eyes

He was able to see with hope
While the others were blinded
By their ambition

There was a beautiful girl
In the chapel
I have never seen before
And she looked just like you

She kept turning and looking at me
And since I had a great view
Of her profile
I was able to confirm
Your image in her
And her image in you

I advanced towards the Chalice
And tasted the Blood of God
And as I returned to my place
I saw her glancing at me
I looked at her eyes
And she looked away

TASTE OF HONEY

We ate the fruit’s the earth
And the music cut our appetite
We bicycled towards the band

Their melodies spilled on the sidewalk
And we rode over them without fenders
So they could massage our backs

The owners always look weary
When the weather changes
They told the band to keep playing

They kept hoping for seafood
Trusting in beer as if it were rain
Examining the newspapers
Their money turning into clay

Siento tu mano JM
Y el viento agitado SM
De tu boca SM

pasa la tormenta jm
todos mojados sm
vivos flotando sm

CHANT


I laid on my back
And saw fighter jets over my sky
And their effects opened
Craters in my mouth

Kisses of medication
Killing the impending damage
And the holes were big enough
To become swimming pools
That could be filled with love songs

And she sang to me:

“I am searching for you
With fire
In my heart”

Please come back at 430
She said and then she sang again:

“I am searching for you
With fire
In my heart”

When I returned with
My war─torn mouth tilted
The medicine lady was waiting
For me on the sidewalk
And her lips extended
I hurried up the stairs and
I tried to run but the Novocain
Was pulling my hair & slowing me down

I wanted to hear that music again
My bruised body
Long for the singing healer
The musical surgeon
Of luminous moments

But the medicine woman
Caught me at the lobby
We sat face to face
And she told me

I come from
The land of your father
And my potions are
Strong enough to
Kill the chanting of the sirens
Listen to their songs
They’re all around us
Consider how they hunt
The city

Face to face
Smile to smile
Dark eye to dark eye

This is my city
I uttered with
The aftertaste
Of burned blood
Lingering inside
My mouth

I come from the Fatherland
She said with her medical eyes
Her seasoned lips
Her sea─hair
Adorning her presence
And I wrote down
Her formula
Her prescription
The name of her heart

And the music pulled
Me away from her
And she tried hard
To hold me down
But the harmony
Was stronger

“I’ll heal your soul
With my song”

The music came
From the other side
Of the opening door
And her voice said:
Come in


Her medical face mask
Accentuated her green eyes
Telling me a story
Of a river of lesions

“I am searching
For you
With fire in my heart”

Was she trying
To reach my heart
With her little swords
Penetrating the rooftop of my mouth
Searching for a voodoo doll

“I am searching
For you
With fire in my heart”

Her green eyes
Asking all the questions
All the queries
For the world
Happy to be a newlywed
And in the pursuit of procreation

“I am searching
For you
With fire in my heart”

Open to me
All your windows
Open to me
Your life
Trust me and undo
The awareness of your secrets
Because:

“I am searching
For you
With fire in my heart”

Don’t make the fire
Of my instruments disappeared
And tell me what other fruit
I will be eating

“I am searching
For you
With fire in my heart”

Tell me my future
And I tell you
Your weaknesses

And I walked away
With my losses
With my gains
With her persistent music
In the distance

“I am searching
For you
With fire my heart”

GRANDDAUGHTER


Granddaughter
You are up─right
Straight in─line
Correct on─line
It must be on
Your birthright

Granddaughter
You are beautiful
Not because you
Are my granddaughter
But because
You have my tu─lips

Granddaughter
You are healthy
Without being crazy

Granddaughter
You are such
A respectful demoiselle

Granddaughter
I smiled goodbye
And your chiseled face
Stood in place
But your heart
Gyrated like
A sunflower

Granddaughter
You work
On your precious feet
And exercise
On you shinny bicycle

Granddaughter
Mother of many creations
Willful allocator
Caretaker of my garden
Water my flowers

CONVENIENCE

Old white woman
With 3 young brown girls
Buying time

BIG CATS

People worship them but
They rushed to cut me down
I pressed the trigger & illuminated their day

COLLECTION


I saw your face again
Your beautiful face
Your clandestine face

And you looked tense
I could not reconciled
What I remember of your voice
With the photographs

And now you presence
Across my path
Such is the company
Of beautiful satellites
Classic artifacts of love

I am sometimes tempted
To tell you the power
You possess over others
I know you might have an idea
But I have the essentials

I have seen them
I have listened to them
I have their words
And studied their movements
And their desires

You!
Playful & beautiful
Middle-aged woman
With your suffering
As a relay signal
Of likelihood
Provoking the
Domino effect
On our foes

Let me know when
You find happiness
Because is not about
The highest magic wand
Save for the waters
Of the Most High

SUNDAY MORNING


God on the radio
Restructuring my ribcage
Less painful than yesterday

MOVING

Funky cars
On the prairie
Suns of vacation

DAWN

Pain wakes me up
Love is on the radio
But the bird song is better

SEE

We can’t see the sun
It hurts too much on the eyes
We can only wish


VEER

No podemos ver
Este sol con los ojos
Con el alma sí


TOS

Mi infraestructura se expande
Mi corazón suprime el dolor
Una lágrima se escapa


COUGH

My infrastructure expands
My heart suppresses the pain
One tear escapes

COUCH


Old man drinks
Newspaper murders in his hands
The liquid burns his lips

DRIVEWAYS


The people
These guys are young
Mid twenties

He got out of the car
She remained inside
Glancing at me

I drove away
But spot them again
On the driveway
Of a taco shop
Miles away

She looking at me
He looking straightforward
I driving towards the end

CAFÉ

Las doncellas
Hablan de tabaco
1 tiene aroma español

PERSPECTIVE

She looks prettier
When she blushes
Even if she belongs to winter

LA MESA

La mujer guapa come
Me mira ruborizada
Esposo e hijo en silencio

VISIT

The pair arrived
She’s nervous older & pretty
He’s younger nervous & intelligent

MANZANILLA

Sleep comes back
Thinking of your fresh kisses
On my right side

POLICE

Police machine
Police payment in heaven
Police patience for compensation
Police right away to exist
Police kindness
Police blindness
Police respect
Police truth
Police lies
Police the world
Police of summer
Police the things to come
Police little square
Police resignation
Police stagnation
Police contemplation
Police calibration
Police temptation
Police radicalization
Police paintings on the wall
Police the dreams of people
Police on the moon

NIGHT

Santana winds
Lingering around my ribcage
My heart contemplates


COCINA

Las verduras rugen
Con las caricias del fuego
Aroma de mañana

MAIL

She moved her toes
Outside the window
In the winter’s sun


SHIP

They wrote my name
Looking for an exit
On a wager
Indicating temperature

AFTERMATH

Dancing with memories
Images made of flesh
Her wintery happy smile

THE WAY HOME


Night ride
The street turns
Into a Van Gogh
Kiss of pavement
On my forehead

TIERRA PROMETIDA


Libertad para las flores
En los campos
De concentración

Salvación para una niñez
Bombardeada con
La política del miedo

Cuidemos la fauna
De nuestra época
Restauremos los mensajes
Del Amor

Despejemos
Cualquier intención homicida
Despejemos
Cualquier obstáculo
Que atente contra
La belleza

Construyamos túneles
De esperanza
Océanos de vida
Cielos de medicina
Con aviones en
Lunas de miel
Equipados con
Mísiles procreativos
Y bombas en gestación

Que la metralla sea
Semillas de bondad
Para la multiplicación
De árboles

Hidratemos las especies
Las que gobiernan
Esta esquina de Latinoamérica
Las que están
En aquel patio
De Palestina
Estos muros fronterizos
Aquel llanto
De Medio Oriente
Este parque de la amistad
Aquel parque israelí

Estas energías humanas
Con una misma sangre
Una misma intención
La supervivencia
La defensa de la sonrisa
El derecho a respirar
Aire libre de pólvora
La delicia
De tomar el sol
Sin las sombras
De murallas
Donde los niños
Y los poetas del mundo
Puedan caminar
Sin obstrucciones
En el camino
De la felicidad

CAFETERIA

2 Israelis trying to connect
It seems they just woke up
From their Mexican sleep



FEDERALES


The Federales pulled me over
So I got off my bicycle
And they asked me questions
About my work
About my radio
About my home

I noticed a similar pattern
To the boring migra questions
They repeat the same inquiry
More than once during their conversations
Hoping somehow you’ll give them
A different answer

“Are you nervous?”
“No just a little tired”
“Why do you want this radio?”
“I want it so I can operate it”
“This radio is used by the maña”
“The what?”
“The maña”
“The mafia?”
“The maña”
“I think you should be on a bicycle too”
“What?”
“Never mind”
“What do you do for a living?”
“I am writer”
“How many works have you published?”¨
“A few poems”
“Poems?”
“Poems…like poetry”
“So then you are a poet?”
“There you go”
“Can we search your belongings?”
“Sure”

They looked in my backpack
They rang my bicycle bell
They played with my Leatherman
They looked at my passport

“Are you a Mexican National?”
“That is correct”
“Thank you Sir”
“You are welcome”

They drove away
Holding their AR15’s
Close to their bodies
They seemed like nice kids

AM

I grip the cycle
On the line
Between dawn & day


CLONE

Yoko Ono
Walks with a child
In Mexican sidewalk


ROAD

Moving car
Amplified police faces
Passed us by


APPARITION

I saw him again
He’s still alive
Morning mixed feelings

MY FRIEND

The woman follows me
In the supermarket
She looks tired
And somewhat depress
I feel for her
Her husband looks sad

DE COMPRAS

Truenos de noche
Gimen las sirenas
Carabineros de prisa

SOL

La noche se quema
La noche clama
El día gana

BICYCLE RIDE

I pass the soldier’s station
They’re not there
Sun & wind hold hands

PERFECT

A bunch of migras
Looking lost
In car exhaust

SANATORIUM


It is the great sadness of the morning
The motion of my soul trying to escape
And being obstructed in my windpipe

This is my image of sorrow
Death by your side
By your beautiful side
Death next to you
Like it lingers around us
All the time

I still see you
Enchanting the road
With your mindful walk

The automobile destroyed
Your friend destroyed
Your hospital bed can be a sanctuary
And if you capture the flying imagery
You can survive because life
Does become beautiful

It is true that this is how you are
It is true that I see you in the future
At a better place
A place of fortitude & happiness
I believe you will survive in the
Glorious apparitions of your spirit

Luminous visions of medication
Holdfast to them because
These can change your life &
Make you see the sun
With different eyes

NIKO

Handyman of the tongue
Generalist of gossip
Constructor of his
Winter penitence

NOCTURNAL

The poet plays his guitar
I can’t help but dance
In the cold night

MERCADITO


Quise comprar
Y el lugar
Era tan oscuro
Tenebroso y silencioso
Como una funeraria
Un sepelio comercial
El suelo con los líquidos
Del desengaño

NEW YEAR’S GRIN

Policeman in line
I tell him not to get cold
I can’t help smiling
Cups of coffee in our hands

DMV2

The guy
Who runs this place
Looks like OJ Simpson
He seems to be nervous
It is only natural
It is only human

DMV


Those who work
For the state
Seem so clean
Sometimes their
Faces shine
Like a Hollywood ad

Beauty
Will be found
With its citizens
Not with its bureaucrats

Beauty
On the faces
Of healthy children

Beauty
The splendor of California

It is found
With its people
Specifically in
The beaming
Eyes of its mothers

DIFFERENT SUNDAY

On our way in
We gambled the water hole
I suppose we were on a hurry
But we made it through

On our way out
We decided to share
The cattle’s road

The beasts looked disturbed
But just for just a moment
They quickly got back to gracing
Here we avoided the clay & mire

At highway speeds
We could feel the consequences
Of our gamble

The car began to shake
Almost uncontrollably
At first I thought the worse
But as we continued travelling south
I had my easy kind of feeling
This always encourages me

We persisted in our hunt
For the governor of the sea
I got mine
They settled for
Ground meat & potatoes

BOARDWALK


Two Spanish kids
Walked by us
They were blaming
Each other saying
You’re dangerous
Back & forward
Their accents fell
On the crafted floor
And they slid towards
The ocean

NIGHT


The cat
Keeps jumping
On me
As I sleep
Wants to
Get cozy & all
And it’s not
Even mine

COFFEE SHOP

As I drink coffee
Little red ridding hood
Flirts with the wolf
Her father seems nervous
Her mother is good looking
And the wolf looks at me
And smiles

Saint Nicholas... the world needs your help tonight...

CHRISTMAS EVE


It had a rainbow
Like when God stopped
Drenching humanity

We entered
And one of the kids said
Thank you for the bicycles papa
& his brother said
Thank Saint Nicholas

The owner
Who was talking on the phone
Had a change in his voice

But Christmas is an event
Of gifts & happiness
Of good will & good faith

Papa?
Yes son?
We did you bought us bicycles?
For exercise son

These are better
Then video games

The owner got up
From his seat
And turned the heater on

This I know
Let the children play
With the bicycles
Of the world

I got a kindhearted woman do anything in this world for me
I got a kindhearted woman do anything in this world for me
But these evil-hearted women
Man they will not let me be

Robert Johnson.

PASAMONTAÑAS

Crossing the border
In the rain is okay
If you are inside a car
Joking & singing with your son
While he wears a ski mask

SEAFOOD ON SUNDAY


How tasteful is seafood
Delicious beings from the deep

The children are eating
I have mine with spices

The boys say
The Federales are also eating fish
I tell them it is normal
They get hungry too

Fish are good
Because they’re not greedy

We have a toast with
Coca Cola
Apple soda &
Dos Equis

Later the kids ask
For chocolates
Everything is perfect
But you are missing

BOOKSHELF


Coffee & books
Go hand in hand
Like the school’s children
On winter’s morning
It’s not my fault Gandhi
Doesn’t flavor caffeine

BUFANDA


Most beautiful appearance
In the labyrinth
Her dark eyes are
2 diamonds
Lodged in my mind
She consumes the world
In mandarin

MESSAGES


The woman at the grocery store
Waits in line to pay
For an encounter
She has stored inside
Her two wine bottles
At the parking lot
My classmate looks better
Than she did at high school
She smiles
I pretend not to look
Not to think about the fact
That I always liked her
But she noticed me looking at her
And she smiled again
Before driving away

I bicycled back to the fence that divides the two Californias, the one located on the northwestern corner of Latin-American, I wanted to see what was left of the poetic lines that had been attached to the metal wall, to my surprise there was still some ribbons ready to be read. The poetry remained despite of the rain.

The following is what I found:


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the american dream becomes a nightmare


buscaré ahora, ¿mañana quién podrá?
vine a elevar mis esperanzas más alto que el vuelo de los cuervos.
poesía es amistad, amistad es corazón, corazón es para siempre,
como una constelación que correrá por tus ojos recogiendo tus lágrimas.

no les agradezcas la muerte que respiras,
¿qué más? si hemos aprendido aguantar
nevadas y huracanes.

la paciencia es el mejor camino al cielo
¡no más muertos! ¡no más bardas!
esta es la patria perfecta de la naturaleza humana.

lo más triste es que este cielo de vidrio
se haga sólo con mirarlo.
la poesía es el elixir de la vida.
¡abraza mi corazón!

el río de tijuana dijo
conoced ambos lados y yo dije: ¡siempre!
aquí se guardan las voces
de los que dijeron adiós,
lo más hermoso y bello que puedes tener
es encontrar alguien especial
inicio y fin de la mirada de los nómadas

escribir mi nombre pero
no había lugar para el ego
los emigrantes 4ta posada
regalos jugosas de Dios

paloma sobre el asfalto dormía,
sólo un ala le faltaba, y la vida.

amo libremente todo lo tuyo
el río dice que hay 2 lados pero 1 río
nosotros somos un río brillante

el mar espera contra la pared
el muro y la oxidación
son los alimentos del mar

KILL


I got the crow
In the air
He went down
With 1 shot
Entangled on
The barb wire
As he was dying
He began to sing

PRACTICE


More painful are the works of the soul
Than the aching body
Of a solstice exercised athlete

the sea sucking at the shore....

William Styron.

The following is for my lovely friend…..


DARK WOMAN


My arms can hold
The waist of love
Denim clad hips
The darkest skin

I have never loved
A dark woman
A brown woman
A desert woman
An eastern woman
An African woman

I think it’s time
For this
For more
Of this to occur

Possibilities in
A time machine

To take place
In the chambers
Of my soul

Sun bathed pigmentation
Of togetherness

The humidity of her pores
Will become coffee
In my mouth

If others have mistreated you
I will love you!

Daughter of the sand dunes
Maiden of the shadows
Mother Africa
Sister sun

Silvia in the ceiling of my eyes
Silvia of the skies
Silvia conqueror of deceit
Silvia light of my thoughts
Silvia front of passion
Silvia you’ll be the first because of this
Silvia with the most beautiful face in the world
Silvia do not conceal your splendor

Silvia!
Silvia!
Silvia!
Silvia!
Silvia!

I write your name 1 thousand times
In the night’s sky
My personal blackboard
For the codification
Of your beauty

Silvia!
I see you in every flower
In every rock
In the sea
In the mountains
I see you always
On the nature of my path.

QUESTION

The wind moves her skirt as she buttons it
She asks me:
Don’t you want this for your flag?

BACH


He died
A long time ago
Some believe
His music is beautiful

I think he had good intentions
His music was good
For what it was
But this is in the past

Bach
It be in your best interest
Not to threaten me

I consider you family
And I will deal with you as such

Do not interfere with me
Especially when it comes
To my children

STAGE


Let me put
My sun glasses on
I’ll look more mysterious

I’ll be your Natasha
You’ll be
My Boris

No
I’ll be Juan

I’ll be
Holding with my hands
What is always
What is forever

DEATH


Death is sleep
Death is every night

The devil don’t sleep
Because he’s truly dead

God doesn’t sleep
He does rest

Only humans sleep
Dead is being alive
Every morning there’s a resurrection

Death is everything
That’s doesn’t let you move

Death doesn’t exist
Because death is you

Death is
Under the guarache sandals
Of a Palestinian

GROWTH


I dreamt again
I dreamt awoken but still asleep
I dreamt you were speaking to me
Using words crafted by some kind of writer
I was half smiling half doubting
Navigating on the crooked
Dimensions of dreams
Trying to gauge the truth
With the movements of my soul
Putting aside everything I have been thought
In order to find disorder
The kind that makes for good euro─art
In your dreams you can resurrect the dead
In your dreams it’s easier to understand God
When your beautiful mind
Is not working that well
When your heart
Is being stretched by a tugboat

THIS MORNING

I dreamt the most beautiful flower
Her aroma clearing my airways
Wake up to orange peels on my coffee table

LANGUAGE

Hello you
Come down here
I’ll kiss your world