Mar

Una ola gigante se levantó en el mar, revolcando al pez, quien daba volteretas sin parar. Asustado, el pez intentó huir del agua dando brincos hacia el aire una y otra vez. Sintió que moría. Un pez viejo sabio lo vió y dijo: “No huyas. No tengas miedo. La calma no está fuera del mar, está dentro”.

lágrima

Sunday, July 3, 2011
“No puedes ver mis lágrimas porque estoy en el agua” dijo el pez al agua “puedo, sin embargo, sentir tus lágrimas porque estás en mi” respondió el agua.

A MESSAGE FROM THE LONELY SEASON

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Reality smells like chloroform
Orphan of an answer
you tried again, and again
to hide your pain
but it was there,
for poetry and lies
are objects
made of words
carrying the messages of
the lonely season

You believed I was transparent
predictable, sentimental, vulnerable.
remote and unattainable

Sun sets in silence
I burn an incense

poetry is made of no words
It happens with the heart only

Remotely, only the heart can save us
Remotely only the heart can save us

Sometimes, I say to the clouds
“Give me back my clear sky”
But Karma stays there
Us unattainable once again
Back to the lonely season
made of chloroform smelling words

BEAUTY

Monday, November 26, 2012

(conversations between a fish and the ocean)

BEAUTY

– What is beauty? asked the fish
– Beauty is noble. Beauty is the only thing worth worshiping, like poetry. When you are close to beauty, you can breathe, and you can feel something eternal
– Why there is no more beauty in the world? asked the fish
– Because of fear, anger, stupidty. If you find beauty honor it, it will make you immensely happy. In the presence of beauty one should surrender.
– I am not sure I know how to live with beauty, what should I do? said the fish
– You cannot enjoy beauty if you live in that cage of yours. Beauty is freedom. We can transform landscapes with our imagination alone. To have beauty you do not need to travel, there is the beauty everywhere, the beauty of the decadence, the beauty of the old, the beauty of the deserts, the beauty of the city, and the beauty of the mountain. My friend, beauty is everywhere, it just takes a noble heart and unarmed eye to find it.
– Can you teach me how to honor beauty? said the fish
– Unarm yourself. Drop the burden you carry. Drop the fear. Get ready to fly, enjoy every cloud, its impermanence, enjoy the air you breathe, enjoy yourself, enjoy the water, enjoy the sound of the wind.
– I still don’t know how to honor beauty…why is this?
– Because, my friend, you are too attached to illusions. We are all going to die. Beauty is peace, everything worthwhile in this world like love has beauty imprinted on it. You have to find it alone.

VOLVER A AMAR

A poem writen 3 years ago

Saturday, November 3, 2012

VOLVER A AMAR

a media voz te contaré las cosas que recuerdo
a media luz acariciaré tu rostro que regresa
y dibujaré en él una sonrisa
cargaré en el bolsillo de mi blue-jean unas notas
que dirán “adiestrame poeta”
o quizás “intento rendirme, pero tropiezo como bestia intrépida”

acariciaré tus labios frágiles
que besaré
mientras el resto de mi boca dice:
“adiéstrame, poeta
para ser blanda como tu alma me lo pide”

语言是标签

语言是标签,
在我的语境找个标签
不是个容易的事情,
我可以查字典或看书
可以寻找
我的过程特别慢
慢的你们都等不了
语言这个母亲
我没有,也没关系
我选择标签说我的语境
传达不了的
那些
留给空中
和眼皮底下的
自己

老布说
语言,传统,和古典
都太老
不如说活着的,经历的
不如打动,不如
打破这个
境界,不如说
我们自己的那个语言
我自己的
这个语无伦次
的话

草场地 2

我们进了小铺
你吃了个卤煮面,喝了几盅二锅头
而后出来找个小卖部
说:还得买一包香烟和“那个啥”

值班的保安
说上边有间房,问我们看不看

100元的房间,白色的灯
你看了说:
“这里成吗?”
保安南方口音说:
“不虚要登记,也不需要身份证,
100元,要不要?”

你回头看我说:
“钱不够,来个AA吧?”

我数好了几十元的现钞
交给了你伸过来的手

我在灰暗的楼梯口,
等你拿钥匙走过来

退了色的窗帘
挂在门后
还有
一束塑料的鲜花
依偎在白色的墙上
还有
饥渴的蚊子
盘旋在我们头上

我的娃

晚上我守着这个将要空了的巢
听到了楼下的滑板声
是他要回来了
我的长大了的那个娃

我有两个娃
一个跟了他爸
回到了他们的“故乡“

我的那个娃走了
我忐忑不安
梦里见到他
说着“妈,别忘掉俺”

今天留在我身边的这个娃
每天放学
在风中
用脚蹬着滑板往前行

晚上听到轱辘与柏油马路的碰撞声
我的心
很平静