Kategori: Poem

I smiled at the child It was a little she child. She donned the garments surely her family thought were appropriate for her. The little female was surely of Somalian hí¤rkomst as they say here, in Sweden. Her garments could easily pass off as a Raggedy Ann look somehow. I was back from a jogging…

Hay dí­as más importantes que otros. Hoy es un dí­a de esos. Dí­as en que uno se percata de multitudes de cosas y de lo efí­mero que las cosas son. Se percata uno de la insignificancia que la existencia brinda y que al final todo queda en un sí­mbolo cuya interpretación queda fuera de nuestro…

The greatest urgency lies in letting life zip by feeling a million ants all over the body crawling, one foot at a time on urges to do something what it is unbeknownst yet the squeak in the chair distracts the impulse of the urges as if life was being wasted the uncontrollable push forward is…

Ever wonder why? People don’t approach, the stench of death scares them off I believe. I wonder, how I survived to this day Alone, even before birth or death in a bar drinking alone in a room full of people scared to approach they smell, I think, the stench of death. Or maybe am repeating…

I hate this past-now-future flow of consciousness. This stream of a past a now and what’s to be. So many possibilities. Each tempus bearing a pain. Things that were living as we speak Life flowing by as it brushes our hair a future of what’s to be playing us like a conman in Vegas. So…

There isn’t anywhere to run/ Except to shun/ I convince myself that grateful ought I be/ So much good / be it all false? pops into my head/ playing games/ remaking emotions/ swirling left and right/ until asunder rendered is the I/ I see you/ I question my emotions/ what is it that makes me feel…

I know that this morrow is as I thought it would be when I thought of it yesterday thou art here I can place a face and a name Remains of a residue which stains the very fabric of the morning which is to be don’t get me wrong: I want you for me but…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gs_T0-voEDI In my apartment here in the Swedish Highlands the view outside the window offers little but a few trees, a huge empty lot between other apartments designed by the same architect and streets were cars pass by to pick up their kids after work. The trees are naked trees, devoid of foliage and the…

Hoy pintó como debió: gris, frí­o y con brí­os. Acá de verdad que hay que sacarle brí­os al dí­a. The flotsam and jetsam of the ebb. El residuo del dí­a. Pepenador: el recipiente del rehuso Exprimidor: llameseme ansina. Exprimo lo que fue y dejó de ser, expulgo con meticulosidad e intensidad. Sometimes I feel my…

Hora de las Estrellas Que simple era el mundo cuando las estrellas tení­an destino La mirada alcanzaba a soñar e imaginar lo que podrí­a suceder y la ilusión nos daba sustento para vivir la puesta del sol y solución a la bestia animal, abrí­a el libro de los nombres que las estrellas poseí­an. Que lejos…