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Tuesday, September 1, 2020
SELFIE
Friday, July 17, 2020
The Other Side of the Riverbank
Monday, June 22, 2020
A Bride to Be
Thursday, May 21, 2020
White Page
The next page
will be free.
The space
bellow the last words
my heart wrote.
How beautiful
the white is!
In the purity of a white page,
all possibilities are eternal.
I suggest a poem
to make Neruda weep,
to conquer all hearts:
Pessoa, Camus, Cervantes,
and the illustrious english gentleman;
the author ought be you.
The critics will insist
on a structure,
a method.
So,
take a fresh paper
and separate from the others.
Leave it there
being beat by time
everyday,
just like you and I.
As life goes on
hold it from time to time
but write no verses on it
no stories,
a tear or two
that makes its way on it
it’s ok
just don’t make a habit of it.
Leave the page there
vast with whiteness.
If glory
is what you are after,
before you die,
mail it to someone;
one of those contests
that spread like carcinogenic
entities everywhere.
Send it to them
if you must,
your white page,
as old as you
and the tree that made it,
and the page
will be unique,
filled with you.
Saturday, July 22, 2017
Beyond The Blue Skies
Monday, June 26, 2017
Thursday, January 26, 2017
Common Fears
inside we shared solitude and distance.
You sat in one corner on the chair I gave you,
while bricks and stones between us
enhanced the reality of our isolation.
All the facts and reasonable thoughts
hung in the air; heavenly eternal.
All that we screamed at each other
now whispered, continuously, inside our mind:
reasons, facts, doubts and lies
fused together inseparably.
As real as the cold air outside
we threw words around unconcerned,
anguishing only to diminish the anger,
and as sure as if it should have been:
we, who once were unbreakable,
had already made reality
out of all the fears,
we ironically shared all those years.
Sunday, January 22, 2017
A Brick
Thursday, December 5, 2013
CARLOS
Friday, June 7, 2013
Trains
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Ernest
how do you ride a bull
in these days of dying virtues?
When every boy is taught to be a girl,
and every girl is forgotten
in her sexuality.
A day
when we no longer make any noise,
a day of peace.
A day
when the structures around us
squeeze us into a shapeless form.
We are building men
who acquiesce to all,
tongues tied to every dime
they will ever make.
Bullfighters
inside a ring,
timidly holding their white cape,
reasoning with the beast.