oh those sparks !

a light from somewhere
showed the way
they did not know
where did it come from
but the kiss brought it

ojos oscuros

en un sueño al alba
tus ojos oscuros
tu mirada diáfana

fois gras

"have dominion over the birds
you shall have them for food."
is  God´s wish fair
when man is  savage and cruel ?

where is the ring

where is the ring cried the king
throwing away his costume
while the bird  on the string
stayed  happy and quite  full

meow

he enjoyed sniffing  that stuff
now  staring  at  the mess he made
he is sure  someone will laugh

the white page

the white page,
like a fresh snowed mountain,
stays

the pure surface,
like a virgin to be touched,
waits

the empty space,
like a child, so innocent, so pure,
emerges.

I want to hold

I want to hold
what you make me feel
when the ocean spills
into a single drop

1992

to see

to see what you don´t see
that is the challenge
it can be interesting may be

coihue

please look at me!
happy to feel like a tree
firmly rooted and free

the owl

my room is quiet
and the walls are warm
that is all I need
says  the owl

viejos árboles

viejos árboles abandonados siguen brotando en primavera

it is easy and fun

it is easy and fun
to let my fingers slip on the misty glass
the moon and myself
allow me to watch
without being caught

golden surface

golden surface  has  it all
stop where you´re standing
and don´t go any further

a table without a rose

sweet memories bring back  the flowers
and all related with them,
a table without a rose
is not a table you said

El Plomo Mummy

iron ochre on his  face
crowned by llama wool head-dress
finely topped by condor feathers
for many years in the heights
mountain and child stayed together

naked eyes

don´t ever wear a mask
watch me with naked eyes
tell me romantic words
be my satin bowerbird

tired of confessions

tired of confessions
old priest father Paul
takes some dried leaves
and with great effort
climbs one hundred stairs
to get to the top,
after arriving
he let the leaves  go
watching as they   fall,
continuing the joy
he slides  down  the balustrade
enjoying  like a boy

the night was so warm

the night  was so warm
the office was about to close
but forces outside her control
made her go out in disguise
through the old railway  line
decided to prove if the line was right
now she is coming  back
with a bright smile and uplifted heart

she is a famous movie star

are they from mars?
no, she is a famous movie star
they are here for a race
and before the competition
she is at the pool as a bather

devious Micifuz

tired of the barking
and the noise Boss  makes
to get his attention
wanting  to be friends
devious Micifuz
jumps  to  window sill
after making faces
stands completely still

she knows

she knows how to keep her man
and her thoughts she lays away
he does not know
but he smiles that christmas day

bonsai

if  you tame a tree
holding its  branches and roots
his soul still flies free

 el árbol tiene todos los caminos
los pájaros lo saben

the right position

the position of the left foot is right
but a statue should not smile

that´s enough

not frantic waiting
but deeply absorbed around
and that´s enough

I felt completely free

I didn´t care
about the wrist watch
or the long white dress
I felt completely free
belonging to the sea

misery

wearing  a cross around her neck
what is she wanting  to tell?
trying to be sweet and loving
and making such a mess
does she ignore ? does she pretend?
energetic versus stale
a terrible  privilege

our pace was still

my grandmother´s handbag was black
she always carried it to church
did she carry a bill?
I am not sure but our pace was still
sweet was her silhouette
in her old fashioned style
forever in black for her husband´s death

after the sting

after the sting
(that´s so sweet)
they grew wings

tú que no hablas de amor

me  lo has dado a entender

recitando en silencio
su poema mas dulce

virgin

do you change when you cross the line
or  is just a state of mind

the color of passion

is passion red or green?
he wonders as he watches
the  cold screen,
the mirror reflects perfection
but its surface can not show
what he hides
in the color of his eyes

night train

I don´t want to be caught
in the act of dreaming
I put  a cloth over my face
and trying to sleep I pray
but dream is not enough to dream
as a rocking metalic sound
drags me  to  the ground

glances in the night

exchanging glances in the night
looking for a caress or a kiss

I wonder who could see
if someone in the shadows  pouted  the lips ?

the sacred geometry of chance

fishes

their roads are unpredictable
like a summer rain
like escaping wishes

side by side

is walking side by side enough
to get wet or to get dry ?

petite and glorious

petite and glorious
she is not afraid of chilly weather
always  victorious

staying under your shade

staying under your shade
I watch  your magnificent bark
touching  your fissures
it is like walking over a  map
full of hidden signals about the past

a quiet stretch of silence

nice  winding road
a quiet stretch of silence
that is my  hoard !

my tea cup

compelling  want
it doesn´t need a gong
my thirst claps
for my tea cup

dark desire

she did not know why
but a strong  dark desire aroused
go into that  tub and see what it was like

Garrick

laughing clowns
make me cry
and I wonder now
if they cry when they laugh

Viendo a Garrick -actor de la Inglaterra-
el pueblo al aplaudirlo le decía:
“Eres el más gracioso de la tierra,
y más feliz…” y el cómico reía. ..
(Juan de Dios Peza )

You rested content

in  everlasting calm
life evolved from your hands
sober,  straight
You rested content on the seventh day

Aún no estás muy frío, ni es demasiado tarde
para hundirse en tu hondura, que evoluciona siempre,
donde la vida se revela con calma.

R M. Rilke

shhh...

let  your foot be light
to cross the space
between the world and us
don´t utter a single word
I invite you to dance
let us be hands and eyes

confused action

always looking  for action humans go
small living creatures like cats or  frogs
playing with  scraps enjoy
or they just stay serene
waiting for the spell to end

no wilting time

there´s no  wilting time
my desire for the morning shivers
like the passion vines

nobody seems to know

immutable life  flows
nobody seems to know
in a moment of blithe they dance and bet
remembering  to  forget

I wonder

sometimes we cross the line
or we just stay behind the line
have you ever  been pushed behind the line?
I wonder now about the butterfly

on Helen Keller´s hand

is amicable a smile?
is frivolous undefined
can unrefined be nice?
defining a word may swing between sweet and tough
like a long insomnia night
or  a sign on  Keller´s hand