Saturday, July 31, 2010

un niño

hoy me sentí
como uno de los niños
que describe fromm

pero las alas
no eran de mariposa
tenían plumas

una ves más comprobé
que el amor
puede provocar lluvia

teñir la grava
mover las hojas del árbol
hacer ríos

activar los instrumentos
que se adentran en la tierra

modificar las transmisiones
que habitan en el aire

transformar las cartas de amor
en instructivos técnicos
en anteproyectos a larga distancia

Friday, July 30, 2010

face down

face down
that's how i remember him last
dreadful thoughts
ran through my veins

it is always a sad thing
when the demise of someone you know
is inevitable

face down again
inside the casket
as if he were kissing the floors
of the cathedral

face down
because of the weight of god

face down
dripping blood
like saliva
on a pillow

face down
as he climbed the mountain
for the very last time

Thursday, July 29, 2010


you want to take her for a ride
he asked
i looked at her
she was sturdy
white and tall

she has new tires
she's old
but she's good
he said

i reached for the seat belts
played with the electric seat controls
inserted the key
and turned it
she started to purr

take the highway he said
pronouncing each word
with a european accent

on the road
i pressed
with my right foot

you can put her in fifth you know...
he suggested
i looked at the gears
i did not see a number 5
all i saw was a D

step on the clutch
he said
i released the one pedal
and pressed the other one
he shifted to D
and i increase the velocity
and she was purring more than ever

i like the way she feels
i said
my brother drove her
and did not wanted to stop
he added

when it was time to go
he told me price of D
and gave me a business card
with a seaworthy vessel
printed on it

Monday, July 26, 2010


the guards speak
as their dog licks
the oil stain on the pavement

i tried to read the tattoos
on the forearm
it seems to be a strange language
i can't understand it
i can very easily imagine it says:

have patience

he curses at his pc
punches a few keys
and the suddenly says:

thank you... go ahead

let's go to the park
he suggests as we walk within the warehouse
but lunch consisted of sad faces
distressed glances
and vine-loving middle age women

a walk in the park
is always a good idea

we see
children laughing
couple exercising
men fishing
friends gossiping
mothers walking with their children
birds gliding near the water

cabins passed in front of us
like flying kites
and i teach
as we walk
explaining what happens in the water
and the need for a license to fish

if you go slow
you arrive a little late
but you get there
with a better view
with more of a conscience

on the road
it is better to turn down the volume

caress the radio
as you see the lights
vanishing into the heavens

as you drive
you pay attention
it is when you are able
to become one with those who flee from you

at the threshold
i see the mother of the world
and her sister
they enter & complain about shopping carts

i believe such an apparition to be a good omen
i think of my mother in laws
and realize that we are in the middle
of fruits and vegetables

i walk past single mothers
i go around defeated husbands
i hand pick the best the selection has to offer
as i watch the military officer making a phone call

Sunday, July 25, 2010


a car coming
full speed ahead
towards you

trying to kiss you
to death

a flying moment
on a private road
a wintery summer
on your dashboard

bloodshot eyes
charting the treks of the soul

even kind words hurt
so i bite my tongue
and taste my blood

Friday, July 23, 2010


the little airplane
flies erratically

its wings
crash continually
with the clouds

you have become courageous

you have the texture
of evaporation

free falling
for the human race

you have become
the color of the clouds

Thursday, July 22, 2010

before morning

i wanted to kill a mosquito
and i killed a moth instead

fighting for frequencies
generational feuds

sorry moth
did not meant to do it

when the fight began
the radio announcer
came out from
inside the radio

people where singing
and singers were drowning
going blind
with orange juice

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

synchronicity of rubber & smog

sometimes traffic is not that bad
it is amusing
the see all that movement
at the same time

is not bad
when you have not seen it
in awhile

it is bad
when it becomes
an everyday activity

is not bad
when we can sing a long
to the rhythm
of the rolling blackouts

it is bad
when there is
no other way
when what you see
is what you get

i gave her my passports
and she asked for the keys
she gave me back
my keys and my passports
and picked up the telephone
and said: hooray!

we drove
on the arteries of california
ate their food
bought their wares
watched the girls
playing with their long hair

Sunday, July 18, 2010


La vecina

Maldice a la madre del gavilán

En inglés y en español

Me asomo por la ventana

Porque quiero verlo

Volando o cazando

Comiendo o dando picotazos

Pero sólo veo a la señora bilingüe

Dice que se están comiendo

A sus gallinas

Y la verdad es que

Hay menos pollos que antes

Y más aves de presa

Las he visto volando

Son diferentes

Tecolotes y gavilanes

Los cuervos se han marchado


i make pancakes
in my coffee cup
the steam dances
like crazy ghosts

outside an american mother
scolds an american son
but i keep flipping the cakes
above the blue flame

it is funner
to hold a spatula
than a gun

i eat with my boys
and it tastes the best
it must be the green oil

Saturday, July 17, 2010


the wind enters through the window
it is good to have an ocean nearby
cooling invisible intentions

helping me decipher my dreams
as i tried not to wake up
as i tried to understand
why such a beautiful girl
is asking for a kiss

and when you can not sleep anymore
coffee enters first into your soul
and then it follows the rest of your being

feeling good enough
to count the times the light bulb blinks
to listen the horses neigh

Friday, July 16, 2010


la bolsa de basura
en la calle
no se mueve

ni con el viento
ni con las miradas
ni con la desaparición de la luna

efectos de 1911
y la guerra del áfrica

las carcajadas
se secaron

se hicieron sal
para ser lambidas
por perros

Wednesday, July 14, 2010


somebody is making perfume
burnt aroma
travels through the night

the grass has a suntan
a new order
that lingers in your conscience

figures of smog
convey images of the future
i can smell the past

i can see you
transformed by your wishes

aromatic persuasion
dancing clouds of combustion
indication of targets
the lioness

the lioness is beautiful
she strongly kills her prey

i watch
from the valley
killing the flies
that try to land
on my hair

the lioness
rips flesh open
and i kill
little insects

she's happy
i am happier
under the summer's sun

Tuesday, July 13, 2010


the city streets
are devastated
so i drive around them

i bumped
the asian's car
but it was not on purpose

it was a gentle touch
celebratory like sunshine
and he was cool about it

it wasn't the first time
i navigated across confused intentions
planting my seeds on concrete

it was like the past
only this time
it was easier

Sunday, July 11, 2010

six heavens high

the french woman
is in tears
her face has fallen away

it landed
on the flesh of commerce
on bloodstained snow
along the side
of the harvest

love is sacrifice
a catacomb of summer
200 meters of love

protection is a burning house
a chimney in the heart
the cue of appetite

at night the sea
sounds different
it makes the children play
at being superstars
and it makes me
enjoy the fireworks

the darkness
protect us
the ocean's wind
arrives like a prayer
and i think of you

the city lights
enter through the windshield
it look like a big city
one of them says
it feels like las vegas
i think to myself

Saturday, July 10, 2010

el sueño de la razón

goya said
the dream of reason
produces monsters

and then he painted
cute little animals
around the dreamer
who slept on his desk

seems to me
reasoning like that
might have enabled him
to open his personal zoo

not all winged creatures are monsters
the cat sitting beside him
listens carefully to the owl

Thursday, July 8, 2010


en la cabina
el bufón habla de literatura
un día después del sismo

los micrófonos
tan cerca de su boca

igual que el tiempo
y las tormentas
que sufre
que transmite
relevo que vive
antes de ceder

en el aire viajan alimentos
proteína de espíritus
tatuajes del destino

Wednesday, July 7, 2010


el silencio está incrustado
en las cicatrices del mundo
allí siempre ha vivido el silencio
en la inhalación y exhalación
que hacen turismo en las heridas

traigo pedazos de luna en la boca
y el amazonas se ha convertido
en un cesar salad
los comunicados del radio
se convierten en música


te miro
me miro
y veo que no han transformado los rostros
ya casi terminan
con sus bisturís cuánticos
con la ingeniería de sus conciencias

Tuesday, July 6, 2010


la calma reside
en la espera
de lo que no
se puede desatar

ese eslabón
que tarda en deshacerse

esto es lo que salva mi tiempo
y me permite dormir tranquilo
por las noches
por las mañanas

escribir lo que escribo
vivir como vivo
amar como amo
ver lo que veo

Monday, July 5, 2010


the kid
with a new york t shirt
waits in line next to me
he's placing bets
and has money in hand

around us
girls walk with their mothers
and sadness surrounds them
like car exhaust

we are playing against fifty
the kid said
as i watched
a nervous housewife
eating with her husband and children

Sunday, July 4, 2010


i sat on the red chair
looked at the wall
and the artwork was different

different frames
other images
less romantic
less convincing

across the counter
one girl looked
like a japanese heroine
and the other looked like
frida calo's sister

that night
at the party
i was able to speak
to the legend's wife

i did not understand
why she was afraid of me
a year ago
now she seemed
a perfect hostess

my friend the legend
even though he's elderly
was knocking out
young lads all over his house

the food was good
carne asada for the whole world
and there was enough drink
suddenly i remembered
that such things
are there to make you glad

inside my car
all i could see was trash
and she said
there's so many beautiful poems
in here

she said her name
was one of the elements
and i know i have seen her before
some place
a long time ago

Saturday, July 3, 2010


I am surrounded by fruit

I am surrounded by vegetables

My son asks for something

High in fructose

I think to myself


No more sugar!

I don’t want to do that to him

Besides there’s enough of that

Inside the fruits around him

The girl in tight jeans

And leather jacket

Looks at me

Then she speaks into her cell phone

And she smiles

Her eyes have the glitter

Of 1000 lighthouses

The song on the PA

Says something about being faithful

Being faithful to a meme?

I asked my self

The girl in the

Brown leather jacket

Has a twinkle in her eye

And walks amongst

The fruits of the earth

Towards me

With her plastic surgery nose

I put some fruit

In my shopping cart

And I smile

I smile because it is

The only sensible thing to do

I smile

Because those I love keep dying

I smile

Because even if I don’t love them they die anyway

I smile

Because I don’t want to cry

I smile

Because you live longer that way

I smile

As the bakery girl puts my bread in a paper bag

And tells me: I am wet

I smile

Because I miss you so much

I smile

Because you bravery sent you straight to God

I smile

Because I made sure to keep infections out

I smile

Because bacteria near the brain is deadly

I smile

Since healthy gums make for better kissing

I smile

Because there’s nothing better to do

We paid with paper money

We walked outside

An old car

Waiting for us