Mountains

<BLANK May 2017 >



I open this blank poem
Years later after I started it
Many things happened since then
A list that does not fit in one page
In a poem
Plenty of water came down the Mountains
Plenty of times We went there
To walk them,
Breathe them
Enjoy them.
Maybe the best decision we made
Was to move here
Away from all.

Invisible Gaps

It is Ir'n, daddy, 

Corrects my boy as I speak

English with my Latin trained mind

He does not understand 

I need to pronounce all letters I see

In the word Iron

His little mind tries, patiently,  

to understand

Why I fail so misarably

At such an easy task

And he repeats effortlessly

It is Ir'n, daddy. 

 

yo

The word ' I ' is always capitalized

While 'we' is not. 

Can a languaje be more idiological?

Catching Up

I came short
After a month of verses
Spring too busy

Two hours

I would love have
Two hours to lay on the grass
Clear  mind and calm

Loyal Worker?

Loyality Day
On the International Workers Day
Demands Loyal Worker!?

Thank you for the fish

Time to add and sustract
How many days have we have lived
How many poems remain.

Trampoline

Flop and flip
Up in the air and back
My boy

Gone?

A blank page
No ideas pouring out
Did I dry out?

Awe!

Earth Day
This wet rock we call home
Is. Beautiful.

Sudden trip

It snowed hard
Up in the crests and ridges
Not staying in the plains

friday out

Pijama party at school
Movies, pizza and friends
Childhood is beatifull

Los Abuelos

el mate limpio en la pileta
la cama vacía y sin sábanas ya
el silencio calla su partida

At last

It is beatiful
The rain falls on the plains
Thristy after winter

Tired

Sitting meditative
A spring storm brewing over us
As new opportunity sails

Aloneness

A winter far time ago
I passed being in a shelter with other people,
Christmas alone in Stockholm

 

Abuelos

Tener a los papis de visita
Es como tocar el cielo con las manos
Hasta que ruegas que la tierra se abra!

Next moves

When a branch runs dry
Should I stay and persevere
Or jump as a skirrel?

Off-Siter

Cloudy sky
Hot coffee at hand
Commuter's life

Rama familiar

Rosquellas de Rossi
Rama ignota de mi árbol familiar
No floreció en primavera

Viajes

Roca, roquita, rocaza
Inestable en el pedernal colorado
Qué opinas de la velocidad

Peace

There are in life many things,
Playing an instrument, flying, hiking El Angel
I soing regret not.

Infinite?

Son in craze
Mountains high in full spring
Does patience exist?

Colors

What's the color of the clouds?
It's the color that spring brings.
But what about in fall?

Love

What risks to take
How far in the future can we see
Would you live by Love Canal?

Realizations

That sharp little moment
When you share lenses with your sweet mom,
You realize what aging is.

Now and often

Time, that rigid
Invisible, omnipresent river,
Sudenly stops.

Paths

Stuck in temporality
Yet movement hints advancement
What will blooms bring?

Home new home

Mountains heavy with snow
Bison roaming in the horizon
Front yard of our new home

Spring?

Sleepy happy mornings
All covered in white snow
Spring!  Spring?

Universe in a Pond

Emilio and Lulú swim fast
Rocco and Jackjack on the rocks close by
Papi tales bring sleep and calm

Tormentoso

Estoy confundido
En las tormentas de nieve de prinavera,
Caen copos o pétalos?

Tontos de Abril

El reloj, el tiempo
Torpemente intentando enderezarla
Solo una línea en la vida.