sábado, 31 de octubre de 2009

Shift in time for OSI

thousands of humans
around the world
stop for a while
and with their hands
shift the time
thousands of ants
over earth and stone
would  never stop
and without a clock
they build a castle
in a tímeless rustle

domingo, 25 de octubre de 2009

Esquiva - Elusive for OSI

equals they strive
try to balance it
make it the same
put it in order
but it is elusive
walks out lenient
ignoring control
it escapes the inspection
creating the exception

“Exceptio probat regulam in casibus non exceptis”

los iguales se esfuerzan
tratan de nivelarla
volverla parecida
la ubican en la fila
pero ella es esquiva
permanece  indulgente
ignorando el control
se aleja de la inspección
creando la excepción

sábado, 24 de octubre de 2009

"Shame" for Sunday Scribblings


when I was a child
I used to grieve
a lot about sins
it was such a shame
talking to the priest
standing on my knees
telling in regret
what others had set
today I have learnt
that I can be ashamed
only if I allow others
to make me feel that way
and not listen to my heart
that has the truth inside

lunes, 19 de octubre de 2009

"Conquista" "Conquer" for OSI

Conquista - Conquer

no ignoro la petición

que con algunas palabras

conquista mi corazón

some words conquer my heart

how could I deny

your wish for me to apply?

domingo, 18 de octubre de 2009

"Junk" for Sunday Scribblings


Diogenes in old times
like a beggar spent his life

living proudly like a dog

rejecting material comfort
he could instictively know

what was friend or who was foe

why your name has been applied

to a behavioural disorder
characterised by self neglect and hoarding?
I want to replevy you and assure

that your intention was pure

lunes, 12 de octubre de 2009


All hangings descent

Bare wall
Shows a talisman

I think all the things we keep have in some degree a "talisman" connotation. Sometimes the talisman does not belong to our possessions but is born from the hazard.

domingo, 11 de octubre de 2009

Enjoying Leonard Cohen´s music

I spotted this meme on Gabrielle’s Wild Goose Scoops Moon site.

I hope this inspires you to share some of your favorite songs

As a tribute to Leonard Cohen , I offer a potpourri of songs, sorted through the filter of

My Life According to Leonard Cohen:

1.- Are you a male or female? - You know who I am

2.- Describe yourself? - Minute Prologue

3.- How do you feel? - Passing through

4.- Describe where you currently live? – Love calls you by your name

5.- If you Could go anywhere, where you would go ? - First we take Manhattan

6.- Your favourtie form of transportation? - Like a bird on a wire

7.- Your best friend is : Democracy

8.- Your favourite color is: Love itself

9.- What´s the weather like? - A thousand kisses deep

10.- Favourite time of the day? - In my secret life

11.- If your life was a TV show, what it would be called? - Fingerprints

12.- What is life to you? - Avalanche

13.- Your relationships - Always

14.- Your fear: There is a war

15.- What is the best advice you have to give? - Be for real

16.- If you Could change your name , you would change it to: Light as the breeze

17.- Thought for the day : The guests

18.- How I would like to die? - The land of plenty

19.- My soul´s present condition - You have loved enough

20.- My motto: Why don´t you try

Leonard Norman Cohen was born in Montreal in 1934 on September 21. He is a poet and song writer.

For four decades, Leonard Cohen has been one of the most important and influential songwriters of our time, a figure whose body of work achieves greater depths of mystery and meaning as time goes on.

He has relentlessly examined the largest issues in human lives, always with a full appreciation of how elusive answers can be to the vexing questions he raises. But those questions, and the journey he has traveled in seeking to address them, are the ever-shifting substance of his work, as well as the reasons why his songs never lose their overwhelming emotional force.

The light came through the window,
Straight from the sun above,
And so inside my little room
There plunged the rays of Love.

In streams of light I clearly saw
The dust you seldom see,
Out of which the Nameless makes
A Name for one like me.

(from Love itself)

Please feel free to post your own My Life According to (fill in your favorite songwriter) and please let us know where we can find your impressions.
Here are the guidelines:

1) Answer the questions as well as you can, but using only song names from one artist.
2) Try not to repeat a song title.

sábado, 10 de octubre de 2009

Mis poemas dedicados

¿Quien iba a pensar? - Who would think (para Katina)

¿Quién iba a pensar
que de los desechos nacerían flores,
que bajo las piedras, entre rocas
y desierto, habían semillas,
esperando, y
todo recuerdo doloroso acabaría?

Who would think
that the waste would bear flowers,
that under stones, among rocks
and desert, there were seeds
hoping, and
all painful memories would end.

Recuerdos (para mi hijo Francisco)

Recuerdos no son solamente
Esas fotos y esos cuadros
Que cuelgan en la pared
O esas cosas que apreciamos
Y guardamos con placer
Porque algún ser tan querido
Nos entregó en el ayer
Son también esas imágenes
Que hoy podemos traer
Cuando cerramos los ojos
Y somos capaces de ver
Los momentos más amados
Lo guardado y que ya fue,
Lo que da sentido y forma
A los sueños otra vez

Basquiat (para Basquiat)

En los espacios más sutiles,
nos encontramos,
no te conozco pero puedo verte
cuando entre líneas
y en el aire quieto
el charcán canta suavecito

Que te vaya bien - Be well (para Francisco I)

You left to the ways you wanted,
and I remained thinking
about your outbursts, your laughter,
your kisses of sagacious boy.
I remember you going to school
with your grey suit
you were so near and so far,
I loved you but I did not know it
love grows with time and distance
good bye brother, be well...

Te fuistes por los caminos que querías,
y yo me quedé pensando
en tus arrebatos, tu risa,
tus besos de niño travieso.
Te recuerdo yendo al colegio
con tu ternito gris
estabas tan cercano y tan lejano,
yo te amaba mas no lo sabía
¡como crece el cariño en la distancia!
adiós hermano, que te vaya bien...

Goytisolo (para J A Goytisolo)

Confused in the quiet air
I forgot all your words,
its feeble trace;
what it was vanished like a rose"
Your words touch me so deep,
your book slips to the floor,
my eyes almost closed,
and I think of the end...wishing
I could face that in a similar moment.

"Confundido en el aire quieto
olvidé todas tus palabras
su débil huella. Lo que fue
se deshizo como una rosa"
Tu palabras me tocan tan hondo
tu libro se desliza al suelo,
mis ojos casi cerrados
y pienso en el final...deseando
enfrentarlo así

Pedro (para Pedro)

Tu risa como ola,
me golpea,
me toca,
e intimamente me arrincona
Tú no sabes más yo espero
esa pequeña muerte ansiada
que brota sin aviso
al oír tu carcajada.

Your laughter like a wave,
strikes me,
touches me,
and intimately corners me.

You don't know but I wait,
that little death so longed
that bursts without warning
and makes me feel alive

Asi de pronto (para bebé)

asi de pronto

te asomas a la vida

a nuestras vidas

lentamente te reconocemos

nosotros te nombramos

ya te imaginamos

te esperamos

ya te conocemos

domingo, 4 de octubre de 2009

A tale of two languages

“no eches leña al fuego”

just let it wait

when furious lust descends

true love ascends

I see the passion flame

all over the stage

“lo que sube tiene que caer”

enjoying your words

you inspired me this verse

(inspired by Heliotropism´s poems)

viernes, 2 de octubre de 2009

First kiss

when the moon was bright

in the winter that night

I eagerly wanted to know
what you did not show

I was thinking of you

deciding what to do

In the kitchen I found you

with unexpected kiss

I satiated your hunger

your lips trembling
our hearts shaking
smelling your scent

kisses would not end