Monthly Archives: March 2011

The path is the same as it always was,despite the inclemency of climateor man. A destiny knows no repose -it just flows and goes, with no pause, no mate:Each destiny is unique, like a flame that sways side-to-side dependent on windsbut that usuall… Continue reading →

Like orange stars the sparks shoot off againstthe indigo night. They soon fade away.But in their moment of life they unfencedmy spirit, which had this statement to say:”Like preemptive light, I must fly ahead of the time and the space in your pres… Continue reading →

What strange energy in the air tonight!It feels wet and cold, crisp and electric,and my open heart floods into the lightof the candle that burns without a stick:The music ripples over my humble head, like simultaneous waterfall cusps – atop and be… Continue reading →

Anagnorisis building in my arms,I stumble towards the unknown in this rhyme.May it lead me towards a joy that disarmsthis self-protecting muzzle on my prime:I want it all to come out!: the music, the rhymes, the thoughts, the dreams, the loves, th… Continue reading →

Jerónimo showed me Tia María and Cointreau, how you mix them for the fumes that fueled this marvelous logorrhea until the eagle with milk chocolate plumes: From Square to Plaza, mission to misión, the colonial cloak marks this era; I am closing th… Continue reading →

I was so close to the sun, I grabbed it an instant, and its rays felt like gentle, solid earth; I sailed down through heaven on the train, it did seem with hot chocolate stains on my brand new jeans: I was wearing pants, but I switched to denim by… Continue reading →

Today is a day, oh, to blow away the fragments of losing on the inside, when the sun is shining at the affray between blinding light and the blinded knight: He attacks with a lance from left to right, he revamps his attack with rapport, between ma… Continue reading →

Coruscated metal is what my brain feels like when it’s called to play the strange game, and its call is a needle fragment strengthened to revile and to maim. I have a single thought: that divine campaigns to deny the pain of the servant class end … Continue reading →

More mere crooks were on the stage, dear.Will you come back inside?Let’s make a trip home next year where my conscience lake is near:Say what? You ain’t coming?Why not? Because I’m losingweight? That don’t mean I’m not hungry,it just means that I … Continue reading →

Crimson and furry colored petals were glimpsing out above the crystal vase.I was never happier, as when a man settleson his fate, and has given up the chase:I spun around with wet hands and deposited the vase down on the ready tableand lit a candl… Continue reading →