In between two moments

In between the lights

We live and we love

And we play and we cry

In between two moments

the dusk and the night

I find my peace 

Where I found my heart

(to Tiki)

My Urban Explorer

Explorer of life

Early in his path

Opened to Life.

What Life

Has for him

We only can guess

Together we will walk

His first few steps

His steps few first

we will happily share

Then we will share

What he finds out there.

shapes and color scream to mespringtime is here.

I live as I am

My feelings wave and back

Like at dusk a murmur

A wave of life.

A weaving life

Such is what I got

I mesh love and work

Blindly as I fly.

Asudden my boy smiles

Lighting up the night.

(2013 April 4th - Train station)

Freak of nature
twice the twice
a month's rainfall
in some few hours
changes the landscapes
alters the minds
makes life hard for some
takes it away for others.
And for those others' families
my thoughts
tonight
my thoughts.
And my rage
for my country
that chews its people,
grinds them to a halt.

street view
same feeling always
april the second
nausea
sadness
tragedy
just kids
my age
1982
death
nonsense death
premature death
perpetuating
in time
of times
nauseating
my country

In this new April
walking out of the season
with the strengthen spirit
with all our angels
with our cold nose,
and the messy head
I pause for
things that past
things to come,
great things all.
But in silence and respect
for those that are gone
I gather in this
open space
to celebrate them all.

Here it is coming,
slowly yet definitive

NaPoWrImO 2013 . . . 

April 1st.

http://www.napowrimo.net/

*Yapa

April Thirtieth,
My baby's Twenty First month of life
Celebrated with his drawing
Celebrated circles, eyes, zigzags, coherent lines, dots
I cannot say when he started, few months ago?
But like all in his development
Suddenly you focus your attention, and there it is
The proof of coordination
Of meaning
Of intent
For the untrained eye
This section of the greater drawing is unintelligible
For the parent's eye
There is life in it
I share the life in him and in his drawing
Today, last day of this year's get-your-poet-out-of-the-woodwork
Tomorrow, first day in May, celebration for workers day
We will be celebrating with our baby art worker
"And thanks for all the fish"










*yapa = Argentinean for "an extra one,  free, as an act of kindness"

Flow, No End

Poems clean my soul

Poems nurture my mind

Like rivers in Spring 

Cravings

Clouds, rains and colds.

Subtle ways for Spring

To make us crave for Summer

Anguish

The night

Awakes my baby with tears.

No apparent cause

Just tears.

Alone he was

Wet in tears.

On my chest he rests

Full in tears.

We are born alone

He says in tears.

Dadai, cuddle me:

They are gone those fears.







 

Number Nine

27, 18, 36, 09, 72 multiples of number nine

An old numbers trick around number nine

Add the two digits to get number nine

Always, number nine

magic

a dolphin's passing ghost 

wreaks magic in a childs mind

splish, water sounds, splash

Amarilla / Yellow

"te regalo una flor

que encontré en el camino"

cantaba Nico mientras cortaba una flor del jardín

extendiendo su manita,

sus ojitos dulces,

su voz que repetía

Pápa!

"I give you a flower

that I found by the road"

sang Nico while picking a flower from the yard

reaching with his little hand

with his soft eyes

with his voice repeating

Pappa!

discussions around a cup of coffee

an argument in its right

rebukes an opposing thought

crossing each other in the night

Monday

is it Monday a day,

or the wish of a new begining,

or the bad consequence of a good weekend?

drops of rain

my son

He met the rain today

more like He was annoyed by it

confused by the feeling of wet and cold

and Cold was the word He recently learned

and Cold got tagged also to the rain

and his mind is swirling

and his eyes

squinting

confusion

dead awake

lively asleep

which is which so late?

appropriations

decisions of State

will never be questioned

arbitrary or not