Canto para Ochún
aguas frescas de manantial
quiero hundirme en tu ser
balanceada por el suave arrullo
de tus imperceptibles soliloquios
que dejen contemplativos
las rocas y el tucán
ah, como palpitan las almas
de los que te rodean
libres como quisiera ser
en tu espejo cristalino.
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the art of being.in the interstices
where our soul meets the universe all that is extinct wanders freely all that is invisible leaves traces telling us to dare express our essence. June 2007 |
to Kiranthe night,
wrapped in its black quilts stands witness to the universe’s latest magic trick. the stars, travelers of distant worlds flicker excitedly like a million fireflies lighting our hearts the wind, untamed by man sits quietly crafting a melody whispering gently its welcome ceremony to the divine perfection of the dawn of your Life. Oct 2009 |
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Who I met along the way...On the day i was born, i met Love
Though i still had much to learn of her, I felt i knew what she was saying Why she could hurt the ones closer to her And other times lift them to unimaginable heights Unknown to those who shun her presence Even though she´s hurt me then when i swore to never meet her again her modus operandi is quite uncanny she always seems to sneek up on me the next time we reunite, i trust she´ll look the same, but only wiser. One day, it was a Thursday, i met with Loss she was sitting by a bus-stop waiting she swept me away i thought i´d never come back in her presence i sank into obscure contemplation now i recognize the signs of her arrival an empty feeling between heart and bowel. On the way i met with Friendship We hung out alot and still do Though with time, she´s changed Evolved as i have too We might grow apart but through it all she´s a stick in the ground that keeps me standing tall she taught me how to share and i know she´ll always be there. Every now and then i encounter Lies trying to build walls instead of bridges she never comes alone she is accompanied by likeminded kin because she can´t face up to reality it makes her despise herself deeply i try and avoid her when i can her labyrinths always lead back to the same old spot. From time to time, comes uninvited, Anger She is very bipolar – sometimes i can calm her down Other times she just won´t heed my efforts She looks around and points her finger Until she fades slowly with a growl She likes to lurk near Misunderstanding It can be hard to pick them apart But i sure know it´s a worthy task. Of all the people i have met Happiness has been my role model she´s always shown me the bright side of things she has this charismatic way of making everything seem possible she´s friends with Love and Friendship and growing to tolerate Loss I think that´s a sign of wisdom She tends to sneek up surreptitiously She´s not one for sensationalism But if u keep her close You can count on her To be your steady friend. July 2010 |
ce que je ne te dis pasquelques fois,
quand je te regarde dans les yeux, je me vois suspendue au dessus de l'abisme et puis, je tombe en ralenti. parfois, ton regard se pose sur moi tel un rayon de soleil entre les rideaux de tes paupières. et je me dis que fait ta bouche d'un tel sourire qu'en font les autres quand ils le voient? le recueillent-t-ils comme je le fais doucement du bout des doigts? mi-homme mi-enfant tu me dévisages moi je t'attend dans la brousse de mes pensées sauvages. Jul, 2012 |
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M.Comme un rivage éternel qui s'écoule
comme la misère des favelles elle me saoule sans billet aller-retour, la Mort. Nov., 2008 |
Love/SICK/voodoo tricks
on my punctured heart white chrysanthemums planted in the holes turn the colour of velvet Sunday sofas and sunset in Baracoa. Jan, 2005 |
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El BenditoHowdoyoudo
Said the man With a used-face And the tin can Tappin heels down alleyways singing "Light Up My Day" Or some tune from Billie Holiday Wisdom tucked in his jacket They call him El Bendito The blessed mojado with outturned pockets In rythmn his stride Singing to noone But god inside. Feb, 2004 |
Ziplock'dMy life again
Packed in a suitcase Ziplock mentality Tranport-friendly Guilty feeling Of not quite being Neither complete nor completely empty Zipzop mentality Take (me) away/to go 3, 2, 1, 0 my rational ziplock'd mind commodifies love and has freedom defined as conspicuous consumption slaving to save for plastic ziplocked days and nights under gladwrapped stars mental slavery digs narrow tunnels where scraps of dreams collect like litter foulsmelling past expiry dates forsaken places misplaced fates dreams sprinkled little confetti obscuring trails to childhood deadends where now jungles grow over traffic jams on ant-highways where queens reigned with music notes and happiness was lullabies and mother's hands 6 hours in a ziplocked bag: is the median lifespan of dragonflies when will I use up the air and gag I too cannot breathe in vacuum packed sighs. Jan, 2007 |
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}La RaGe{U said u want to protect me
From what? Cold individualisms oh Suicidal remissions yea Twisted convictions ah Cheap molestations U Ask no questions I Ride above them Don' Underestimate the formative power of hate I'm rising above it so Nobody can tell me Who? I be who I be. Dec, 2003 |
fou rireLe rire
C'est l'hélium du corps Il soulève les jupes Comme les commissures des lèvres La folie s'abrite Derrière le fou qui rit Les synapses s'enivrent Les phonèmes du silence s'éffritent Lucide, le fou qui rit Par sa bouche bée De ses entrailles, jaillissent Des vérités dépouillées Détonateuréalité Antidote au simulacre Le rire du fou dévalise le sacré Avec la force farouche d'un athée. Jun, 2012 |
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Hibakusha.I am a woman.
I am not a virgin on your altar I am not going to bow to you These scars you see You cannot heal Not even your fancy medicines and crisp white lab coat Your sterilized hands can’t shed their filth Permanently stained with sin I do not want to teach you I do not want to tell you what it is like to carry a child, inert, inside you and know your own body was its first and final resting place I do not want to teach you About your nuclear weapons I only want you to give me back my child Alive. Aug, 2003 |
I.C.A.R.O.Me cansé de esperar
Que se hierva tu aguita Cuando no tienes ni las moleculas para aguantar el C.A.L.O.R. Sept, 2011 |
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symphonie célesteDe mon matelas par terre
Je vois un coin du ciel. Quelques milliers d'étoiles Qui palpitent au rythme D'un blues éternel. Dec, 2005 |
Ah-maskin, when pinched, retracted slowly
always combed hair, parted neatly denture-tooth smile, flashed readily eyes shone bright, all was captured gentle talcum powder scented button-down shirt, elegantly tailored She'd hold me right above my elbow as we wandered, luxuriously slow she was the wisdom of forgetting and the sadness of forgetfulness she was the power of a mother and the fragility of a child how many times we'd walked together arm in arm side by side already missing one another longing for lost time. April, 2009 |
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Hey, what's the rush?It is said that time is money
We gotta cram that factory line Thus happiness isn't that easy So much pressure to arrive in time Think of life more like a circle No beginning, middle or end Our energy just gets recycled You are me and we are them! Oct, 2010 |
Amygdala en La MenorEn mi desierto de apagón,
Se levantó un viento Que se pusó huracán. Fue una noche de Abril Lloramos chorinhos Febril. April. 2012 |
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O amor entre um coelho e uma tortugaOur incompatibility
Was a technicality My voltage is Two Forty, Yours One Twenty. U won’t charge my battery I’ll just bust your circuitry. No cure for our condition Immiscibly in opposition. Mar, 2011 |
minha bicicletaHoje vou de bici
quero te levar tenho garoupa vamos pescar borboletas no mar Hoje vou de bici pela beira-mar vamos a pescar formigas nas pernas rimando en quatro linguas. Mar, 2012 |
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tiempo x espacio Hace tiempo
Que te espero. Por fin llegaste. Y ya te fuiste. Como el viento te trajó, te llevó. Me fuiste solo emprestado el tiempo de un corto verso Flamenco-guaguancó! Ya me olvides, tal vez? Por las estratosferas Andas, volando En tu jet metalico Dejando pa’ tras Cada vez mas El esboço De nuestro único encuentro. Destinos y dedos cruzados No entiendo, solo siento El aliento de mi tierno secreto. Hace tiempo Que te espero. Por fin llegaste. Y ya te fuiste. April, 2012 |
cartografíaAtlántico, si fuiste solo rio,
Mi llanto te hizó océano. Tanto fue mi pena Que él te habia cruzado “Rumbo a la vieja Europa.” Dejándome náufraga En esta trémula tierra De la niña América. April, 2012 |
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(OBS: The artwork in my poetry section is NOT mine)
