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”