Tuesday, July 01, 2014

July First

Unsolicited, unfriendly
the first of the month came
and left us alone 
sad 
naked

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

So long April ...

A good songs show
As he springs into his third season
All is good at home


A Fidel, mi otro Abuelo



Te fuistes cuando tenía nueve
Apenas pude conocerte
Supe de tus luchas y pobrezas
Tu bondad y entrega
Tu carrera tardía
Creo que tengo tu genio
Huraño, montañes 
Las fotos nuestras 
Son lo que queda
De los momentos que pasé contigo. 
Y recuerdo la mañana
En que papá llegó llorando
Llovía en la ciudad de las acequias
Te fuistes con la lluvia
Como huyendo de tu encierro
Nunca antes ni después 
Lo vi llorar. 



The rain drop

The pleasure of walking
Under cold pouring spring rain
Is very short lived. 


Tuesday, April 29, 2014

A mi Abuelo

Te recuerdo de repente en la noche
En la mañana y en la siesta
Hace treinta años que te fuistes
Y recordarte me duele tanto
Tanto como cuando te lloré
Solo en aquel río lejano
Solo en aquella noche de verano
Y el dolor se hace suave caricia
Suave gracia
Te fuistes pero estás
Paradójico. 

Monday, April 28, 2014

Monday otra vez

The train stops 
The grey station finale
How did I make it today?

Con mi hijo, feliz


Plantamos un árbol
Comimos panchitos en el calor
Caminamos por el barrio 





Saturday, April 26, 2014

Dos Gigantes

Sábado de trabajo
Descarrilado por el dialogo
De dos gigantes
En un video recuperado
Del fondo del tiempo
Como llamados por su partida
Neruda y Gabo
Poesía y novela
Intimidad y Bistek 
Según sus palabras




http://prodavinci.com/2014/04/20/artes/la-fnpi-nos-muestra-a-gabriel-garcia-marquez-entrevistando-a-pablo-neruda/


Friday, April 25, 2014

Not Mine

A powerful enegy 
A group planting trees far all 
A sense of not owning


Thursday, April 24, 2014

Greening

Newly seeded soil
Seedlings in spring
A happy sprouting tree



Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Nitenite

Seven minutes to midnight
In a hurry sketch a spring verse
Six minutes I am done

Conectado a Tierra


Out of the blue sky

today

My Nico asked 

What is inside a tree

He climbs them

Hugs them

Smells them

But what is inside trees, Dadi?

I said wood to be tall and 

Water for the leaves and 

Food for the roots.

Seeing them still without leaves

He sadly realized: 

Roots must be so hungry!!







Monday, April 21, 2014

En-tangled

Entangled mess
I cornered my life into
Two wait for me to unknot it



Sunday, April 20, 2014

Breathe

I almost hit a biker       
Today                           
Off the corner of my eye  
I saw                                
A ghost                              
Through the windshield          
Of the car on my side               
Rushing on his bike                     
Across my path                               
Red for him                                             
Just green for me                                                     
Today                                                                                    
I almost disabled a man                                                                          
I breath not.                                                                                                          






Pascuas

Easter came on the twentieth this year
Not that such shakes much in me
But hints at how much I have changed
From my early days. 

Thursday, April 17, 2014

By Two

To have or to have not
Separately dreaming the same dream
A decision of two is





Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Rey Invierno

A star was born... 
Strong, firm, decided, one Spring
Yet later whithered






Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Not Safe

It is very important
For me not to play it safe
Try it, expand, it is now


Monday, April 14, 2014

Time to talk.

Honorable people of Ukraine
Have you heard of the horrors 
Of the Yugoslavian desintegration?


Saturday, April 12, 2014

Silent

Near a quiet beach
My loves are far away
I cannot find myself


Friday, April 11, 2014

Buho

An owl in my yard
Under the spring moon
Does not know how lucky am I

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Goals

A life chasing goals
A life pursuing goals
Charming delusions over the horizon



Wednesday, April 09, 2014

Calm

The boy is fast asleep
The mom is back and safe
All is calm and carry on. 


Monday, April 07, 2014

Luminous

It is happening 
Just more frequently now
That I get to see it. 

I see it in his eyes
Suddenly, Spontaneously
A dash of light

His little finger points
As in tense standoff
A puff of air
A new understanding

And he runs with his new idea
Riding on wild words
Knitting them together
Conquering his world. 




Sunday, April 06, 2014

Sun

Gardening all day in the Sun
Forgot all about poems and rhymes
My Son got all my attention today
And my love, and my energy and my breath. 






Saturday, April 05, 2014

Snail Day

Slow day
Woke up with a slow whisper
Slow goodbyes
Slow nitenite
Saturdays are not
The blast they used to be


Friday, April 04, 2014

eARTh

Always been pulled 
Misteriously by these forces
Earth and Art
Yet forced them
Against all odds
Transform me not
Time to find myself?




Dear Xavier High School, and Ms. Lockwood, and Messrs Perin, McFeely, Batten, Maurer and Congiusta:
I thank you for your friendly letters. You sure know how to cheer up a really old geezer (84) in his sunset years. I don't make public appearances any more because I now resemble nothing so much as an iguana.
What I had to say to you, moreover, would not take long, to wit: Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what's inside you, to make your soul grow.
Seriously! I mean starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives. Draw a funny or nice picture of Ms. Lockwood, and give it to her. Dance home after school, and sing in the shower and on and on. Make a face in your mashed potatoes. Pretend you're Count Dracula.
Here's an assignment for tonight, and I hope Ms. Lockwood will flunk you if you don't do it: Write a six line poem, about anything, but rhymed. No fair tennis without a net. Make it as good as you possibly can. But don't tell anybody what you're doing. Don't show it or recite it to anybody, not even your girlfriend or parents or whatever, or Ms. Lockwood. OK?
Tear it up into teeny-weeny pieces, and discard them into widely separated trash recepticals [sic]. You will find that you have already been gloriously rewarded for your poem. You have experienced becoming, learned a lot more about what's inside you, and you have made your soul grow.
God bless you all!
Kurt Vonnegut


http://m.huffpost.com/us/entry/4964532



Thursday, April 03, 2014

The power of one


On the morning rush
To get through the door,
The dogs, the cat
The accident in the kitchen
The crying boy,
Sitting on the rail
A deep regret assails
Remembering, thou
That his lunch
Sits on the board. 




Wednesday, April 02, 2014

A year already

The year rolled over me
Leaving joy and misshaps
Longing for gentle April




Tuesday, April 01, 2014

Solo Un Tonto

Only a Fool
Could commit on this Spring day 
To a full month of Poetry




Wednesday, January 01, 2014

Everglades

In the wintery waters
A turtle, dove. 
And the dove flew away.