If: La palabra diminuta

A pause

2010-11-07T04:04:00.000-08:00

what is the cause of a pause?

a seed and a womb
a need and a want
the arms in a hug
a stab in the back
a hope and a lie
a touch and a time
a thought and a line
a look and a smile
a stone on the road
a wish and a dream
you reading this

fancy

2010-11-01T15:12:00.000-07:00

wearing black glasses
eyes shut completely blinded
fancy surpasses

The grace of the moon

2010-10-23T13:59:00.000-07:00

I had never seen the moon
as I hid in my room
frost in my thoughts
in the night I was lost
under special circumstances
through the trees
between the leaves
someone looking for a pet
shot the moon with no regret
enjoying its trace
I learnt about its grace
I spy it now each day
when it grows or when it fades

The rose

2010-10-17T08:19:00.000-07:00

scars support the rose,
the shadow or its essence
prevail on its pose?

Essential

2010-10-13T09:45:00.000-07:00

a new day a miracle

I go on

watching life around

reborn each day

no return

Lonely

2010-10-10T06:50:00.000-07:00

your gift was lovely
a crystal swan black and white
for me the lonely

A dove (for Sunday Scribblings)

2010-09-28T12:03:00.000-07:00

I do not want a ration
I need all your passion

Two pigeons on the grass
I love them as I pass

A new leaf sprouts
my emotions shout

I can not wait for the night
to hold your hands with delight

Of all things I choose love
because I am a dove

Humberstone mine (for OSI)

2010-09-26T12:44:00.000-07:00

streams of light shining down
from the sun above to the ghost town

rubber tokens had no choice
for a miner had no voice

capricious drawings on the walls
remember now suffering calls

a vital touch

2010-09-19T16:48:00.000-07:00

what a vital touch
walking barefoot on the earth
I love that so much

If I die (for OSI The passing)

2010-09-11T05:50:00.000-07:00

music soothes my fears
"Pomp and circumstance" do play
I would love to hear

Choices

2010-09-05T12:13:00.000-07:00

the roads long and bright

I am sure that I am free

choosing left or right

Faith

2010-08-30T16:07:00.000-07:00

I always relate faith with religious faith based on God´s principles. I have faith. The roots of my faith is maybe based on my education and also in a family where the christian belief existed, I developed a stronger faith in God as time passed. I am not fond of visiting churches or assist mass or cults. I do not belong to a specific religious denomination . I enjoy personal communication with God. I often talk with God any time any place and not because I have a problem but just to share with him good or bad things. I trust in God and I am aware that good and bad things will happen and I try to understand those things under the light of his will

Empty room

2010-08-28T09:52:00.000-07:00

Empty room looks well

Bare walls and a place to rest

Ready for farewell

Reflection

2010-08-22T06:59:00.000-07:00

when reflection ends
the heart looks for an answer
and in God it rests

Begin?

2010-08-14T11:13:00.000-07:00

think when you start
don´t begin if you don´t think
that may be a scar

Connoisseur

2010-08-07T16:31:00.000-07:00

I wanted to know others
I wanted to know myself
but I have found meaningless words,
I have listened to the sounds of silence
and I am acquainted with the messages of the rain
all I needed it was to listen and to wait,
the sunny road, the stones and the trees
have shown their completeness to me
they never hide what they mean
they are open and they stay
making me know
that I am a part of them

Kurosawa´s dreams

2010-08-05T18:18:00.000-07:00

mutated humans
haunting Kuroswa´s dreams
and a strange rose bud

Wings

2010-07-25T07:57:00.000-07:00

broken wings in chains,
released imagination,
fly taking their vein

El broche de oro

2010-07-18T07:09:00.001-07:00

a spanish saying
they call it "broche de oro"
a happy ending

Rain - lluvia

2010-07-14T10:08:00.000-07:00

This is the cover of my poetry book: english spanish poems.

It was published today July 14 2010 in Temuco Chile . Cover and layout by Lissa http://thememoryofrain.blogspot.com/

Overt

2010-07-11T13:45:00.000-07:00

overt eclipse soon
the sun is kissing his love
the beautiful moon

on the road

2010-07-05T07:17:00.000-07:00

driving in the mist
on the window I can see
intrincated messages
that the rain leaves,
far beyond a bird goes by
between the pines and the clouds
the grey sky, the soaked grass
show winter time,
"queltehues" soaring in couple
the fog rising slowly over the oaks,
on the road
a man in poncho stays
the white stork standing still
both waiting in the cold of the day

Uncle Charles

2010-06-30T12:05:00.001-07:00

present from past

a childhood moment

I would swap,

I would like to feel again

on my back,

a soft pressure of your hand,

a silent touch,

a bond I lacked

Ochre

2010-06-25T11:56:00.000-07:00

barefoot on the dust
mutual ochre caresses
sharing velvet touch

a pie en la greda
entre caricias ocre
toque de seda

Dawn has roots

2010-06-20T10:55:00.001-07:00

they dig with pain in darkness

letting them flourish

up to the sky in lightness

Confined (For One Single Impression)

2010-06-14T07:01:00.000-07:00

locked into four walls confined
that is the moment
to understand the undefined

Love

2010-05-31T07:28:00.000-07:00

with generosity
when I could not stop for love
he stopped for me

Luciérnagas

2010-05-22T15:08:00.000-07:00

they float in the night
with lanterns on their foreheads
making the dark bright

1992

2010-05-17T06:28:00.000-07:00

I see you trembling
as I come closer to you
all the world fading

that is all I need

2010-05-11T16:21:00.001-07:00

yellow rays scatter

that is all I need to start

nothing else matters

Fissures

2010-04-24T17:02:00.000-07:00

fissuring the rock
rain, sun, and Inca´s hands
kept the secret locked

True time

2010-04-16T21:07:00.000-07:00

love me with nocturnal mask
choosing the true time
love me with the morning light

Vicariously

2010-04-10T17:29:00.001-07:00

in the name of love we stayed

after love had gone

in the name of love we lay

nombrándolo amamos

y aunque no estaba

nombrándolo quedamos

Life and dreams

2010-04-04T05:24:00.003-07:00

The life and the dreams

get to know each other well

when burst into a kiss

La vida y sueños

se conocieron cuando

fueron un beso

"Language is the source of misunderstanding"

2010-03-13T15:35:00.001-08:00

I am fond of reading, I have read many books but there is a book I have read many times and I always enjoy reading it again. That is The little Prince. Each time I read it I discover new beauty and wisdom in it, new tenderness and my heart fills with sweet emotions that I revive each time I read it. . The Little Prince is my favourite book ever.

No hesitation - Sin vacilación

2010-03-06T11:11:00.000-08:00

with everlasting flow
the seed surrenders
to the fresh dark womb
that the earth possesses,
without hesitation she waits
for the sun´s caress
which turns multicolored
both the ash and the earth,
she does not know other joy
better than to be reborn
she never minds the moil
longing to adorn the soil
mastering the land
her desire hides
the end of the start

en un flujo eterno
la semilla se entrega
al vientre oscuro y fresco
que le brinda la tierra,
sin vacilar espera
del sol esa caricia
que vuelve arcoiris
la tierra y la ceniza,
no tiene otra alegría
que nacer algún día
no conoce otro anhelo
que adornar ese suelo
dominando la greda
esconde en ese intento
el final del comienzo

Forbidden running - for OSI

2010-02-28T02:29:00.000-08:00

forbidden running

we stand under the dintel

the final waiting

(inspired on the earthquake we suffered in Chile 27/02/10)

Lineas (from my dear friend Tom )

2010-02-23T09:43:00.001-08:00

dear lines, presume to be a letter,
written to be read in a place presumed
to be housing a party, laughter and joy,
presumably read in Neruda's tongue.

cantos y flores al sur del mundo...
palabras silenciosas en el corazón
de la lluviosa region novena...

dear lines, presume to be a song,
designed to celebrate a date presumed
to be a birthday in the deepest south,
presumably sung in Neruda's tongue.

cantos y flores al sur del mundo...
palabras silenciosas en el corazón
de la lluviosa region novena...

dear lines, presume to be a flower
watered in the southern rain, presume
to be a mountain dancing the paso doble.
i wish i could sing in Neruda's tongue.

cantos y flores al sur del mundo...
palabras silenciosas en el corazón
de la lluviosa region novena...

¡felíz cumpleaños, Sandra!

Ethics for Sunday Scribblings

2010-02-15T15:03:00.000-08:00

with enormous joy
the moral of the autumn
does not need a choice

elastic ethics
born under unbalanced ground
a false aesthetics

life seems seductive

I cross the line uncaring

goodness inactive

The gold of the sun (for OSI)

2010-02-14T05:05:00.001-08:00

for me a delight

watching the gold of the sun

greeting me with light

CQ 40 CQ 40 speaking....(Messages for Sunday Scribblings)

2010-02-09T14:39:00.000-08:00

When I was a child I used to spend summer time in Rinconada, a place in the Andes near Argentina . It was a beautiful but isolated place. My family talked with other people that were in the same living conditions using the radio: " CQ 40 CQ 40 hablando en banda de 40 metros" that was the first message or call given.

I was proud of using those special codes.
For example:

My QRA is Sandra and my QTH is in Rinconada, Chile. There is a lot of QRM today,I cannot hear you. Tell me the QTR to send the QTC

This codes could be questions or answers. To communicate with those messages it was fun...

A single drop - Una única gota

2010-02-06T10:06:00.001-08:00

The cradle of the south awakes with the wind

he greets me when he arrives at my door,

the water announces its arrival with a single drop,

that is the beggining of raining in the south,

I walk and I can see under a gray veil

the stones the trunks and the mint

shivering when feeling its fingers

at the compass of a song that lingers

increasing little by little its pounding,

I suddenly feel like doing an embroidery

burning a fire waiting for its rattle-trap

under an intimate atmosphere in the night

La cuna del sur con el viento se despierta

y me saluda cuando está en mi puerta,

el agua se anuncia con una única gota leve,

ese es el comienzo cuando en el sur llueve,

yo camino bajo un velo gris y puedo ver

las piedras los troncos y la menta

que se estremecen al sentir sus dedos

al compás de una canción que permanece

aumentando de a poco el golpeteo,

siento ganas de iniciar un bordado,

de prender el fuego y esperar su carricoche

en un ambiente íntimo en la noche

Blowing the curve

2010-01-31T06:25:00.000-08:00

I wonder if
I blow the curve
or the curve blows me
when I say “I do not know”,
but the path stands still
and goes on, as it has to be

Yes

2010-01-25T07:38:00.001-08:00

yes when I know what I want

a word I like to use a lot

I walk assertive on the road

sure decisions can´t be wrong

Chaos

2010-01-17T07:53:00.000-08:00

noise chaos around
a small seed planted with love
beauty with no sound

The yellow shade - Sombra dorada

2010-01-10T06:19:00.000-08:00

under yellow shade

to avoid heart induration

I touch it and stay

suave corteza
bajo su sombra dorada
no hay dureza

"Palomita" - Inspirado en la canción "A una paloma" de D.Vigliatti

2010-01-04T08:23:00.001-08:00

white “palomita”

sad “palomita”

I sang to you before

as one in love

thin “palomita”

of hungry beak

your broken wing

does not allow you to feed

black “palomita”

of pink eye

grow your wing

grow your heart

and take flight!

The never ending juncture for OSI

2009-12-18T04:17:00.000-08:00

winter closed a box

containing unfinished toil,

tejuelas,seeds, brightness

musks full of lightness,

soft lleuque, brilliant thread,

nine months under the rain

like a child in the womb waits,

until a splash of spring aroma

sunlight rays bright chroma,

make me reopen the silent top

recalling the never ending juncture

of time and things to be born

Grave offense - Ofensa grave for 3WW

2009-12-15T05:43:00.001-08:00

dancing with litheness,

bees on the top of flowers,

is it grave offense?

danzando con estilo
abejas en flor
no ofenden en serio

Strange word

2009-12-07T16:55:00.000-08:00

when learning a language

I open my luggage

I keep new connotations

with different perceptions

sometimes I can not foresee

how difficult it will be

letters make me confused

I feel my mind is abused

a word like weird takes time

to establish into my mind

Migration

2009-11-29T10:02:00.001-08:00

to in-migrate I enter

quite paths in me

to acquire surrender

Some of my creations

2009-11-20T08:58:00.000-08:00

spinning merry go round

of colors and shapes

exploding my heart creates

Time of asking

2009-11-11T06:56:00.001-08:00

where is God? the teacher asks

at church the children say

where is God? she insists

on the cross they repeat

where is God? listen please

in heaven, in earth and in all place

thinking about that time of asking

I know that in us is His grace

Departed for OSI

2009-11-07T16:20:00.001-08:00

warm air fills the space

hedged by secrecy you

stay in the right place

Shift in time for OSI

2009-10-31T10:17:00.001-07:00

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

Esquiva - Elusive for OSI

2009-10-25T08:24:00.000-07:00

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

"Shame" for Sunday Scribblings

2009-10-24T12:57:00.000-07:00

Shame

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

"Conquista" "Conquer" for OSI

2009-10-19T07:55:00.000-07:00

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?

"Junk" for Sunday Scribblings

2009-10-18T07:14:00.000-07:00

Diógenes

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

Talisman

2009-10-12T07:53:00.001-07:00

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.

Enjoying Leonard Cohen´s music

2009-10-11T09:33:00.000-07:00

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.

Mis poemas dedicados

2009-10-10T11:09:00.000-07:00

¿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

A tale of two languages

2009-10-04T07:09:00.000-07:00

“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)

First kiss

2009-10-02T07:49:00.000-07:00

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

Colors

2009-09-27T12:38:00.000-07:00

White is an allure
When my love is pure
I am on the meadow
When I feel like yellow
If you bend your face
I will turn blue pale
When we are in bed
I am usually in red
If you give me a kiss
I will dress in pink
If you are doomed by spleen
Your mouth will be green
I do not like the black
It is always so sad
When nothing to say
My dreams may turn gray
When the rainbow is born
I give him a caleidoscope

Fog

2009-09-26T09:21:00.000-07:00

Excentricities of a millionaire

a palace full of gold

that he does not want to show

under the pressing of his thumb

fog starts to grow

he is no longer a human being

he becomes quite unseen

Starving

2009-09-23T06:28:00.001-07:00

starving for its touch

golden rays make trunks bright with light
I like that too much

Thirst - Sed

2009-09-13T06:22:00.000-07:00

You said “I am thirsty”
fullfilling the prophecy
with nails in your hands
on your path to the divine
you were still a man

“sed tengo” Tú dijistes
y la profecía cumplistes
aún con clavos en las manos
en el camino a lo divino
demostrastes ser humano

Romance

2009-09-06T11:00:00.001-07:00

longing for romance

the morning shines

if I would not wait for it

my heart may cry

Where are the keys?

2009-09-05T15:17:00.000-07:00

The things fly through the air,
the diskettes, the cds, the books,
the sheets of the bed, the blankets and the pillow;
you pace up and down the stairs,
you cry and scream,
where are the keys?
I look for the keys in silence,
I dare not talk
they do not appear,
you slam the door and leave
I sit at last and eat in silence
I am at peace for a bit and think
is this God´s will?

What is poetry? - ¿Qué es poesía?

2009-08-30T06:41:00.000-07:00

what is poetry? you ask

staring at me in blue

what is poetry ....I think

poetry is you

(This poem is based on G A Becquer's poem ¿Qué es poesía)

¿Qué es poesía?, dices mientras clavas
En mi pupila tu pupila azul.

¡Qué es poesía! ¿Y tú me lo preguntas?
Poesía eres tú.

Allow

2009-08-23T07:56:00.001-07:00

From afar
We can see the stars
But the light and the spirit
Allow us to be near
if the moon stands still
we may climb the hill

New

2009-08-11T08:25:00.000-07:00

New new new new new

why should I have all those things

I can´t share with you

The window - La ventana

2009-08-04T08:58:00.000-07:00

For those behind bars
For the invalid at the hospital
For those who in depression sigh
For those that the moonlight make cry
Only the window is their faithful mate
She opens the light and the hope
For all those who wait

El que tras la rejas está
El enfermo que llega el final
El que en depresión suspira
El que en la noche a la luna mira
Solo la ventana es fiel compañera
abriendo esperanza y luz
para ese que espera

Lápiz grafito - Graphite pencil

2009-08-01T13:11:00.000-07:00

Lapiz grafito pequeño

Lo que escribes no perdura

Siempre recuerdo tu esencia

Que aprendí con inocencia

Ese olor tan especial

Que en mi mano yo sentía

Cuando aprendía a escribir

A la luz de aquellos dias

small graphite pencil

what you write will never last

I always remember your scent

that I learnt in innocence

that so very special fragance

that in my hand I used to hold

when I learned how to write

under bright light long ago

Inner voice

2009-07-21T12:17:00.000-07:00

sounds from nowhere

stayed just into your head

it sounded like murmurs and orders

could not understand that disorder

but you had no other choice

it is impossible to know

how neurons produce a voice

they just function and they show

becoming invisible enemy

and will make them believe in evil

poor guy that is enough

to make others run fast

Thinking

2009-07-12T14:18:00.000-07:00

I like these ideas about thinking:

- Thoughts are the parents of feelings

- I am free to think what I want: I am the owner of my thoughts

Strangers - Extraños

2009-07-08T08:39:00.001-07:00

strangers in the day

in the night and eye to eye

love at first sight

I could not recognize

when he passed by my side

extraños allá extraños aquí

y en la quebrada del ají

amor a primera vista

no dejó ninguna pista

(I wanted to do a spanish version "quebrada del ají" we say when we mean an unknown place...)

Comportamiento humano - Human behavior

2009-07-04T13:41:00.000-07:00

difícil es definir

lo que humano quiere decir

o que explique totalmente

toda la gran confusión

que un hombre tiene en su mente

y conforma la raíz

de todo comportamiento

it is hard to define

what human is meant to be

or accurately define

all the big confussion

a person has in his soul

conforming oh yes! the source

of men and women behavior

Blue rain

2009-06-28T09:36:00.001-07:00

Love is blue they say
Rainbow of love promises
Dancing in the rain

The wall

2009-06-14T13:55:00.000-07:00

I lean on the wall

I ear through the wall

The wall separates me

The wall embraces me

we destroy visible walls

we build invisible walls

Walls to live in

Walls to die in

A wooden wall I like

A cement wall I dislike

I prefer a broken wall

To peep at you through a hole

Absurd

2009-06-14T10:23:00.000-07:00

Hello what is your name?
Sorry...I cannot say
Let me see your wings
I will show only if you sing
La la la la la la la
That is a beautiful song
Go and strike hard on the gong
Now let´s play cards
Kiss and shake hands
That is too intimate you say
Well if you prefer we pray
that is absurd you repeat
but it is also very sweet

Intersection - Intersección

2009-06-08T08:52:00.000-07:00

too many roads

to reach the point

where you and me

would meet

demasiados caminos

para alcanzar el punto

donde tú y yo

nos unimos

denouement

2009-05-31T09:25:00.000-07:00

men seeking results
to flowers`s drought and rebirth
denouement an insult

dropping

2009-05-31T08:21:00.000-07:00

painful emptiness
dropping flow of loving words
are surely the best

Disconnection

2009-05-17T07:25:00.000-07:00

In disconnection
full with meanings of silence
all machines are off

Tactile

2009-05-03T11:31:00.000-07:00

Soft tactile nearness

The water stays motionless

two birds sing secrets

Languages - Lenguas

2009-04-20T08:23:00.000-07:00

Too many mouths have spoken
But none have said yet
What a single kiss has meant

Muchas bocas hablaron
Mas no expresaron
Lo que dijo un beso

Live water

2009-04-17T15:37:00.000-07:00

water knows its way

the road of many years

cannot be changed

Listen

2009-04-07T10:19:00.001-07:00

I would like to stop
sounds from the street I live in
To listen beyond

Aging

2009-03-28T10:18:00.000-07:00

Wasting my time

I take the mirror

and give a glance

someone talks to me

and I laugh

watching my face I discover

wrinkles around my eyes

for the first time I see

I am amazed

it is as if someone else

has come to laugh at me

to say “hello”

to me and to my life

I laugh again to verify

they are there, there´s no doubt

aging has arrived

(Sunday Scribblings)

The wheel - La rueda (for One single impression :Circles)

2009-03-06T06:44:00.000-08:00

the spinning wheel
caressing the water
its tired heels
stopped the sprouting

la rueda girando
de día y de noche
acarició el agua
mas clavó sus tacos
y detuvo el brote

Listen to your heart - Escucha tu corazón (for Sunday Scribbligns:" Listen up..."

2009-03-06T06:16:00.000-08:00

What I enjoy listening most in life are the sounds nature gives to us when we stay among nature and the quiet. I love to hear the different sounds a horse does as I rode over different roads, on the ground, the stones or crossing the water in the mountains. The whilsting and fluttering of birds among the trees and bushes are amazing. Sitting by a river is like staying in a different world, the river just talks to us with different rippling. There is no pleasure like that of listening to the sounds of silence. The best way to listen to our heart is to stay in touch with those sounds nature give to us with great generosity.

Lo que más disfruto en la vida son los sonidos que nos da la naturaleza cuando estamos en ella en quietud. Aún puedo oír los diferentes sonidos que hace un caballo cuando cabalgamos por diferentes caminos, ya sea en la tierra, en las piedras o cruzando agua en las montañas. El silbido y revoloteo de los pájaros entre los árboles y los arbustos son increíbles. Sentarse al lado del río es un mundo diferente, el río simplemente nos habla con sus diferentes murmullos. No hay placer igual al de escuchar los sonidos del silencio. La mejor forma de escuchar nuestro corazón es estar en contacto con los sonidos que la naturaleza nos entrega con generosidad.

Fading memories

2009-01-18T14:49:00.001-08:00

I can stop painful feelings

putting in chains thoughts

to stop that sad streaming

A summer day

2009-01-11T09:24:00.001-08:00

When I was 12 I was in the mountains spending my summer holidays at my cousins´house. We were spending the hot afternoon in a pond near the house. We were paddling in an old boat made from a tree to cross the water from one side to the other, we avoided to get near the intake gate a place that could have sucked us in very quick, it was thrilling to feel the fear about that. As we spent our time there I suddenly saw that the day was brighter than usual, all the leaves were greener and the sky seemed bluer. I felt suddenly the need to stay afar from the others and walked slowly barefoot on the ground. I felt a strange emotion of happiness and sadness, a feeling of belonging to the earth and to that place, a place I have always remembered and that I have never returned to again.

The bark

2009-01-04T10:15:00.000-08:00

While staying there
I stand under your shade,
I come closer and watch
your magnificent bark;
I touch your fissures,
it is like going over a map,
full of hidden signals
about your past;
I pick up some little pieces
that have fallen apart,
I can not resist taking them
and put them in my bag

Believe

2008-12-28T15:04:00.001-08:00

To believe in full

I have to find the truth

I trust my emotions

and want with devotion

deciphering signs

difficult to understand

love is a matter of touch

and never blooms in the far

like little Prince´s rose needs

daily watering to exist

Virgen del Carmen Procession

2008-12-06T12:45:00.000-08:00

Traditions are interesting because they show the soul of a country performing the best or the worst of human nature hopes and dreams…many of them are meant sometimes to control groups and they should be analyzed in schools to open dialog and avoid prejudices and fanatic behaviour. I followed many “traditions” when I was a child

"venid y vamos todos
con flores a María
que madre nuestra es
de nuevo aquí nos tienes
purísima doncella
mas que la luna bella
postrados a tus pies... "

"Come on everybody
with flowers to Mary
she is our mother
here we are again
you the purest virgin
more beautiful than the moon
we kneel down at your feet"

When I was a child I attended to the procession celebrated in honor of the "Virgin del Carmen" the patron of Chile. We spent a month at school preparing this procession since 8th of November to the 8th of December praying each day for half an hour in a ceremony called Month of Mary. A tradition that still is performed in all the cities and towns in Chile, priests and altar boys first followed by the christians and pagans. They begin the procession from the main square crossing several streets to reach the place where a mass is celebrated.

Gracias a la vida - Thanks to life

2008-11-22T04:07:00.000-08:00

Violeta Parra is one of the most popular chilean singer and song writer.
She composed in 1966 the most enduring and enchanted song of her time " Thanks to life" for all the wonderful details of love and beauty that she was able to find in her difficult existence.

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto
Thanks to life which has given me so much,
Me dio dos luceros que cuando los abro,
It gave me two eyes that when I open them,
Perfecto distingo lo negro del blanco,
I can distinguish perfectly black from white,
Y en el alto cielo su fondo estrellado,
And in the high heaven its starry background,
Y en la multitudes el hombre que yo amo.
And in the multitudes the man I love.

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto,
Thanks to life which has given me so much,
Me ha dado el sonido y el abecedario,
It's given me sound and the alphabet,
Y con el las palabras que pienso y declaro,
And with it the words that I think and declare,
Madre, amigo, hermano y luz alumbrando,
Mother, friend, brother, and burning light,
La ruta del alma de el que estoy amando.
The route of the sould of the one I am loving.

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto,
Thanks to life which has given me so much,
Me ha dado el oído que en todo su ancho,
It's given me sound that in all its magnitude,
Graba noche y día grillos y canarios,
Records night and day crickets and canaries,
Martillos, turbinas, ladridos, chubascos,
Hammers, turbines, dogs' barks, storms,
Y la voz tan tierna de mi buen amado.
And the voice so tender of my good beloved.

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto,
Thanks to life which has given me so much,
Me ha dado la marcha de mis pies cansados,
It's given me the steps of my tired feet,
Con ellos anduve ciudades y charcos,
With them I walked though cities and puddles,
Playas y desiertos, montañas y llanos,
Beaches and deserts, mountains and plains,
Y la casa tuya, tu calle y tu patio.
And your house, your street, and your patio.

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto,
Thanks to life which has given me so much,
Me ha dado la risa, me ha dado el llanto,
It's given me laughter, it's given me tears,
Así yo distingo dicha de quebranto,
Thereby I distinguish good fortune from ruin,
Los dos materiales que forman mi canto,
` The two materials that make up my song,
Y el canto de ustedes que es mi propio canto.
And the song of all of you that is my own song.

¡Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto!
Thanks to life which has given me so much!

Strangers

2008-11-14T17:10:00.000-08:00

A sudden certainty is born

when two strangers

stand under the blue sky

watching the clouds pass

sense an unknown

feeling of waiting for

someone who will soon arrive

have they already met?

maybe in a dream or a glance,

both sitting in a train, or a bus

or waiting in a queue

yesterday or last month?

they are still strangers

but they know

they can not escape fate

or make destiny happen

for good or bad