amagarse

entra la timidez,
salga "stage left" el poder.
Tanto veces llaman
---y escondo por no saber.
Roban de nuestro bosque
sin ni gracias a su haber.
Refugio bajo tierra,
sin molestias de su "soroll!"
Allí abrazándome
sin luz empiezo a crecer.

dias disvuelven a sus noches

minutos dan forma a sus horas.
y las horas arrastran en un día...
días alcanzaron una semana,
y las semanas pasan a ser enero,
a febrero, a julio, a agosto.....
un año pasa con tanto rapidez
que dentro de nada llega el otoño
y sin cuidar, el invierno llama a la puerta
final de una vida.

Autumn 2008

+ de 7 años, y parece que sea verdad, tener amistad en Catalunya no es nada facíl. Siento frío en el cuerpo, deseando migrar al sur.

A Brand New Day

It is the small efforts which we make each day that enable us to reach our destination.
It's not the giant steps but our endless persistance that helps us reach our goals.

--the elusiveness of time--

gently sweeping minutes, carry us to our destination.

summoning otoño

cool breeze,
transforming leaves slow
change to death rearrange.
hush them
silence to sleep
while we anxiously await your return.
Fire in the hole, dreams slumber deep.

the in between...

the beating
bold and uncontrollable.
--a love which tears you in two.
The good,
the bad,
the tears,
her joy...
looking back
I see reminisces of you.

Medusa, one of the three Gorgons, daughter of Phorcys and Ceto. She was the only one of the Gorgons who was subject to mortality. She is celebrated for her personal charms and the beauty of her locks. Neptune became enamoured of her, and obtained her favours in the temple of Minerva. This violation of the sanctity of the temple provoked Minerva, and she changed the beautiful locks of Medusa, which had inspired Neptune’s love to serpents. According to Apollodorus, Medusa and her sisters came into the world with snakes on their heads, instead of hair, with yellow wings and brazen hands. Their bodies were also covered with impenetrable scales, and their very looks had the power of killing or turning to stones. Perseus rendered his name immortal by his conquest of Medusa. He cut off her head, and the blood that dropped from the wound produced the innumerable serpents that infest Africa. The conqueror placed Medusa's head on the shield of Minerva, which he had used in his expedition. The head still retained the same petrifying power as before, as it was fatally known in the court of Cepheus. . . . Some suppose that the Gorgons were a nation of women, whom Perseus conquered.

From Lempriére’s Classical Dictionary of Proper names mentioned in Ancient Authors Writ Large. Ed. J. Lempriére and F.A. Wright. London: Routledge & Kegan Paul.

Inspiration

Inspiration,
revealed in doses,
not ephemeral
but construed.
That fair lady,
whose painted pictures,
don Vanity's view.

Discern the captive
by frequent chances,
the Queen of Fate
creates the beast
which pulls her through.

the tried and true

no es nada facíl
vivir tan lejos de ti.
Cada momento me parece enterno
y cada paso un error.
Tan dificíl satisfacer la gente,
tanto que no hay manera de complacer.
Otro país, distinto raíz...
si entre nosotros
solo
podríamos
vivir en paz.

la Esperanza

Pausas de silencio.
Momentos solo nuestros.
Paciencia y la creencia,
nos lleva,
la Esperanza.

small

pequeñita,y bella...

La vida sin pretensión.

Simply Life

Being acquainted with the end process of life,
I asked myself what are the necessities to get by
and live well.
I have come to the conclusion that what is required is
often the most difficult to obtain.
Fresh air,
good health,
lots of laughter...
Friendship is a luxury,
as well as a garden for which to care.
Sunshine after rain,
moments suspended
a caress
a sigh,
a hug...
what more could one desire?

Rituals

It provides a haven
far away from the day to day.
We light a candle
take part in a procession,
feel the pulsating of life around us.
It's not just holidays
but something shared between us.
---a common belief perhaps
however ridiculous and far fetching it may seem.
This blood which flows
sparks an ancient quest
to explain the unexplainable
shift the purpose of the mundane.

para que

para que
esperas,
para que,
buscas,
para que
un minuto
para que
lo encuentras

rushin....

el mundo gira,
tan de prisa,
tan de prisa,
pido un alivio
el tranquil rumbo
de mi voz
bajito,
tan bajito
suavamente,
acariciando,
cuando el tiempo
se parece
respirar

Empiezo

Prefiero lápiz y papel. 

Como la sensación, 

de un chorro de agua 

entrando en el mar