End of April yet snow
Storm came through with a heavy heart
Spring was hard in the days of old
Tuesday, April 30, 2019
Monday, April 29, 2019
Sunday, April 28, 2019
Saturday, April 27, 2019
Sticks
Beating the sticks
The bandit rehearses his moves
On the soft cushion
The bandit rehearses his moves
On the soft cushion
Friday, April 26, 2019
Thursday, April 25, 2019
Ode to a simple Life
Life is Short
We all know
Or leaned or discovered
One way or another
And there is charm and health
In leaving it as a productive life
Surrounded by family and friends
Isolated from the currents of the world
From what has always been for me
A small life
One that I rejected
A large life in a community
That shows up
For your last goodbye.
We all know
Or leaned or discovered
One way or another
And there is charm and health
In leaving it as a productive life
Surrounded by family and friends
Isolated from the currents of the world
From what has always been for me
A small life
One that I rejected
A large life in a community
That shows up
For your last goodbye.
Wednesday, April 24, 2019
Tuesday, April 23, 2019
Seasons
I love winter for its whiteness
I love spring for its greenness and light
I love the seasons of my boy
Monday, April 22, 2019
Sunday, April 21, 2019
Roughing it down
I skied all day today
Not used to crash rocks and stumps
Yet rare that I do not hurt.
Not used to crash rocks and stumps
Yet rare that I do not hurt.
Saturday, April 20, 2019
Clock Is Ticking
My time is accelerating
Or so I think or so I feel or so it seems
Yet I am stuck in a past swirl
Friday, April 19, 2019
Thursday, April 18, 2019
bye Joe
You departed at dawn
Left four flowers in the storm
Life played a bad trick on you
It took you too soon
Monday, April 15, 2019
Sunday, April 14, 2019
an uneasy feeling
It came to my mind
in the latest times
that watching old movies
and new
and videos of recent years
all flicks of artists passed
that we watch
that we perpetuate
repeated movements
repeated words
repeated gestures
now mechanically performed
void of human life
a cheap Morel invention
accessible urbi et orbi
not just in a retired island
at the tips of our fingers
and it leaves sad
and happy to see my heroes
and triste to understand
that they will not create no more
a single note
a single verse
a single smile.
I am afraid
that I can know understand
my parents nostalgia
for their childhood saints.
I have lived in the now
hand in hand with my world
maybe now it is a moment
to reset in my mind
the true speed of time.
in the latest times
that watching old movies
and new
and videos of recent years
all flicks of artists passed
that we watch
that we perpetuate
repeated movements
repeated words
repeated gestures
now mechanically performed
void of human life
a cheap Morel invention
accessible urbi et orbi
not just in a retired island
at the tips of our fingers
and it leaves sad
and happy to see my heroes
and triste to understand
that they will not create no more
a single note
a single verse
a single smile.
I am afraid
that I can know understand
my parents nostalgia
for their childhood saints.
I have lived in the now
hand in hand with my world
maybe now it is a moment
to reset in my mind
the true speed of time.
Saturday, April 13, 2019
Friday, April 12, 2019
aguas (escrito por mi padre)
Cataratas es un lugar cautivante
En el cual aparece la magia Guaraní
En forma de lluvia ascendente.
Besos húmedos de fragancia rubí
Ceibo en flor y canto de aves.
AEI
AEI
Thursday, April 11, 2019
Wednesday, April 10, 2019
Americanizado
Conversaba con mi hijo
Sobre filosofías lejanas
Y recordando una foto de Miranda
Le comenté que de volver
De si ese eterno gardeliano
Volver ocurriera
Definitiviamente me verían
Como la vieron a ella
Con su sombrero de Frutas
Distinto, cambiado, influido,
Pero a la vez igual.
Así me siento yo,
Así me sentía de más jóven
En algo han influído estos años
En estas tierras turbulentas
Que me han dado paz y familia
Pero aún me escatiman
Me esconden, me confunden
Mi propósito.
Mi vision.
Sobre filosofías lejanas
Y recordando una foto de Miranda
Le comenté que de volver
De si ese eterno gardeliano
Volver ocurriera
Definitiviamente me verían
Como la vieron a ella
Con su sombrero de Frutas
Distinto, cambiado, influido,
Pero a la vez igual.
Así me siento yo,
Así me sentía de más jóven
En algo han influído estos años
En estas tierras turbulentas
Que me han dado paz y familia
Pero aún me escatiman
Me esconden, me confunden
Mi propósito.
Mi vision.
Tuesday, April 09, 2019
Monday, April 08, 2019
happiness is a kite
His eyes too large for his face
His hands too small to catch it all
His smile welcomes each soaring kite
Saturday, April 06, 2019
Slow day
Dreading to be working
On a beautiful Spring SaturdaySlow, and yes, cloudy skies
Thursday, April 04, 2019
awkward
unsung songs i fail to sing
yet in many moments of stress and of grim
i start them with all my heart
yet in many moments of stress and of grim
i start them with all my heart
Wednesday, April 03, 2019
Tuesday, April 02, 2019
Purgar
Ser Argento implica
Vivir con la idea de esas islas
Marcadas con fuego
En tu hipotálamo
Al nacer
En el centro de tu ser
Y estar obligado a rememorarlas
A bendecirlas
A añorarlas
Año tras año
Hasta el fin de tus días
Sin presentar un disenso
Un pero un punto suspensivo una coma.
Pero para mi fueron
Ese Averno helado
Que se llevó la vida de tantos
Una generación anterior a la mía
Que se hunda en el océano
Que se pierda en los hielos
Sus rocas no valen una sola vida
De mis compañeros.
Chau, y si te he visto,
Sabes, no me acuerdo.
Monday, April 01, 2019
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