Saturday, July 31, 2010
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
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
Friday, July 23, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
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
A TU MADRE GAVILÁN
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
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
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
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
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
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
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
recuperación
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
la-lie
la-lie
la-lie
la-lie
la-lie
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
Monday, July 5, 2010
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
somewhere
a long time ago
Saturday, July 3, 2010
PRODUCE
I am surrounded by fruit
I am surrounded by vegetables
My son asks for something
High in fructose
I think to myself
No!
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