“Tell me more about your experience, how was it for you”
“It was like war. It was hell”
THE BATTLE FIELD
It is late
And I miss my wife
My children
And the war goes on
The words explode
Like cluster bombs
My isolation
Is necessary
Like water
For an arid awakening
The letters
Sing together
Like a Mormon choir
Lyrical fragmentation
I want to turn it off.
Saturday, December 20, 2003
THEN I STUMBLED INTO THE AMERICAN DREAM AND I COULD NOT GET OUT.
“I am very disappointed in you”
“Why you say that?” I asked
“Because you have squandered all the opportunities you had, and you had many. A lot of people can only dream for all the chances you had, all those jobs, all the money you were making, many people desperately need that money. How can you do this to your self, to your wife, to your kids? How can you do this to me?
“It was not easy. It was like drinking a bitter medicine that will save your life, at first it is difficult, but later you get used to it and get a taste for it. When I left the matrix I felt like a human being once again, I could feel, I could love, and I could rest. All those things were taken from me. When I joined the dogmas of the corporations I became a slave to greed, I also worked to fulfill the greed of others. It was horrible. When I quit that addiction, I was able to breathe again. I stopped choking, I stopped dying. It took off the weight of my folly. Then I saw my wife and my children like the real treasure they are. I was blind and now I see. This is the most important decision I have made as a family man. This is why I did it”
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Mexico was America and America was Mexico, that was how I understood things, but in the “other side” streets were bigger and cars were newer. I saw a lot of girls that look like Charley’s Angels when we would go to strip malls. There were a lot of toys that I could not have. This has been the case until recently.
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MY AMERICAN BIOGRAPHY IS SOMETHING LIKE THIS
I was conceived when an American spaceship landed on the moon. I grew up with Ronald McDonald as my hero, I remember when my mother would make me kiss his statue and take pictures of my brother and me. We had to cross the border into California in order to eat in the chapel of the clown.
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¿CUÁL ES SU REPUESTA A ESTAS ACUSACIONES?
El carrerismo implica hacer daños para salir adelante, obviamente los daños los sufrirán otros. Yo opté por el camino del sacrificio, o sea el camino del amor y la tolerancia para que la familia pueda sobrevivir.
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Friday, December 19, 2003
TU VIDA
Es como
Una página
Que se desprende
Un libro
Que se convierte
En polvo
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LOS POBRES
Estamos sentados
En la tierra
Es de mañana
Bebemos café
Vemos las islas
Flotando en el mar
Es diciembre
Hace calor.
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Thursday, December 18, 2003
COMBATANT
You are
A citizen
Of the universe
When you
Do those things
So brave
So good.
LUCHADOR
Eres
Un ciudadano
Del universo
Cuando haces
Buenas obras
Eficaces
Valientes.
LAS ONDAS MAGNÉTICAS ATERRIZAN EN MI CABEZA
Mi nido voló
Como en la película
El Wizard of Oz
Hubo turbulencia
Como en la nave
De Star Trek
Con las caricias
De los disturbios
Me acordé
De Hollywood
Del Dr. Spock
De Dorothy
Fue un implante
En mi cerebro
Las ondas magnéticas
Me visitan
Alguien
No quiere
Que piense
En lo infinito.
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Wednesday, December 17, 2003
Tuesday, December 16, 2003
TERTULIA
Mientras el poeta leía
La historia de una ramera
Ella luchaba
Contra las lágrimas
Sentada en el sofá
Con un vaso de cerveza
En sus manos
Sentí su congoja
Su soledad
Junto con el frío.
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Monday, December 15, 2003
PERRO MUERTO
En la carretera
Hay carne molida
La mueve el viento
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Sunday, December 14, 2003
PUESTA DE SOL
Es casi noche buena
En cada jornada
Se hunde el sol en el mar.
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