Friday, 25 November 2016

en serio trabaja la araña
en serio se enreda la flor

Thursday, 17 November 2016

Friday, 28 October 2016

Wednesday, 19 October 2016

Thursday, 13 October 2016

intacto estaba el amor
cuando abrimos la ventana

la flor sigue floreciendo
como el día y la mañana

Wednesday, 5 October 2016

caminos discontinuos
se retuercen y giran,
avanzan o descansan,
al final se bifurcan,

atar o desatar
es sólo una quimera

Sunday, 2 October 2016

Tuesday, 27 September 2016

Wednesday, 21 September 2016

Tuesday, 6 September 2016

Friday, 2 September 2016

Tuesday, 30 August 2016

las palabras ya no dicen nada
pero sí las ventanas y los viejos árboles

Thursday, 18 August 2016

Wednesday, 6 July 2016

¡ oh tierra eres tan bella
que me cuesta nombrarte !

todo lo que tú eres
palpita en el silencio

foto de Coico Brown

Thursday, 30 June 2016

Friday, 24 June 2016

enigmáticas nubes
aunque yo no esté

Saturday, 18 June 2016

como un reflejo aquí
suavemente iluminas

Tuesday, 14 June 2016

Saturday, 11 June 2016

el sol da la señal
y puedo ver
tras la  puerta cerrada

Tuesday, 31 May 2016

en tu puzzle yo puse
las palabras
que me completaron

Thursday, 28 April 2016


after reading he demurred
and the tantrum just occured
he rejected the content
and the color of the words
after some time he discovered
that with a tender touch
she herself would tear them up

Monday, 21 March 2016

as the clouds go by

they will love those they hate
they will hate those they love
they will make mistakes ten times a thousand times
they will smile all the  time
as the clouds go by

Sunday, 6 March 2016

smell this letter

smell this letter when you get it
tear it into small pieces
and then follow your caprices

Monday, 29 February 2016

they are not painted

all the lines across my skin
many roads I have traveled
these colorful marks on me

Sunday, 21 February 2016

depiction of Jesus

there is no  evidence so far
that something that you appreciate
is also a feature you have

Sunday, 14 February 2016

Thursday, 11 February 2016

its message

I get dressed for the ocassion
trying to  compete with its immense  gown

I wish I could understand it
like a wild lover he caresses  the stones with its  eternal rocking
he breakes them  with its  loving arms

fascinated I think about its message
I remain quiet listening   to the waves in the solitude of the morning

Sunday, 31 January 2016

Wednesday, 20 January 2016

watching my eyes

watching my eyes in the mirror
all of a sudden I laugh
discovering  those trails I wonder
are wrinkles the laughter lines ?

Wednesday, 13 January 2016

Tuesday, 5 January 2016

silver reflections

silver reflections of pain
daggers enlightening  the night
are they my tears or the rain?