sábado, 12 de abril de 2014

Sarah




Sarah

I´ve been loving You
Since Ur
To New York
Through different bodies
But the same old soul

From Euphrates
To Hudson
I´ve been of You
Husband, fiancée and son
Grand, grand, grand and so

So please tell me my love
Is this impossible God of us
The one who optimizes
Or The one who wastes
Time and blood

Because the only thing
I do really know is
That I´m happy
Every time
I´m by your side


To Elia with gratitude and love
VABM Saturday, April 12, 2014




domingo, 6 de abril de 2014

Pink illusions



Pink illusions

Three Chinese coins
Have told me
That persistence is good
At this transient second

And that my position
Isn’t strong enough

Under this illusory sun color
I´m afraid of to know
That pink clouds
Are just vapor

I´m throwing flower petals
To a cold & deaf stream

Who is more unreal?
my love or me?
Pink dream of a dream

                

Li Tao Po

To Elia with love
VABM April 6, 2014



sábado, 5 de abril de 2014

Pulled by the balls



Pulled by the balls

It is so simple
You know

She simple knows
By her beloved heart
When I must stop drinking

It is a fact
That she knows
All of the people
I must talk to

So why discuss
Because she knows
Where and when
I can have a smoke

Below the whitish sunlight
Its eventual rays
And its horrible facts

Nobody knows me
Better than her

Haven that said
You know
I´m pulled by the balls

Into the blue sky
Of Almighty god´s
Matter-of-factness

Where nobody will ever know
If next second will bring
Doom or salvation


Para Elia
VABM  April 5, 2014


A big zero



A big zero

Why this bustle
If I know that the sum of
The thousand beings

And all of its horror and pleasure
Joy and sorrow
Gives a big zero

To do what?
I don´t know

If everything is a mirror
And is
Its unavoidable reflex

Li Tao Po

Para Elia
VABM  April 5, 2014



jueves, 3 de abril de 2014

Of love to give



Of love to give

From my dandelion clock
The changing wind have blown
A lot of winged achenes

Sometimes I miss them
Sometimes I’m glad they’ve flown

Sometimes I like to think
I still have a lot

To Elia with love
VABM  April 3, 2014





miércoles, 19 de marzo de 2014

sábado, 15 de marzo de 2014

Under Orion’s belt



Under Orion’s belt

Under Orion’s belt
From algae to sequoias
Life covers everywhere
                     
Like a she dog
Smelling like honey and gun powder
Every moon or so

Life´s like a knife
And when I´m at the edge
It shines

Every time
As stupid diamonds
Or as chicken fried

I´m happy when
You come back
Into my silly life

To Elia
VABM  2014-03-15


domingo, 9 de febrero de 2014

Mother MO



Mother MO

This isn’t a conversation about threads or cores
Or on how many transistor and Bytes you need
To send God back to the Moses’ tricky arsenal.
It is all about etiquette and ties

Would you answer an urgent support call
At say... 3 a. m. If it is justified?
Of course sir, I say with a trained convincement.
I know how to treat the guys at first line

Zero downtime maintenance
And no single point of failure
Means nothing in real life.
If you are in bad terms with these guys

Mother MO is a redundant cluster of Mamas
Each one with 32 processors
Each one with 32 terabytes of RAM.
With Fibre channel connectivity inside

Bankruptcy notes, credit approvals, death sentences or love letters
It doesn’t matters if they come or go, or if they are yours or mine
All of them are crunched the same through the guts of Mother MO
By zillions of transistors at the always constant speed of light

When it is fog?
When it is cloud?
Asked me this morning a beloved child.
I can’t tell

But when this guy asked me about clouds
I was ready to say:!Quite of time in them!
That is a truth, but unrelated.
The same happened with the columnar compression theme

We the both know this is all about brands, teams, flavors,
The fancy things successful guys can throw in their flakes,
The camaraderie when occasional mistakes
And to find enough time to show boys mountains making clouds

Hope the One behind the victorious armies
Convince the subcontractor behind this man
This job is for one of my resume and skills  
I’m missing the superb smell of a brand new car

To Elia
VABM  Sunday, February 09, 2014


viernes, 17 de enero de 2014

Sun 5



Sun 5

Because this city is not a beehive
And no human knows really a single byte
Of what matters the most
That is: Purpose and destination

And the complete universe leaves us behind
At the speed of the light
Every single instant
But it still remains

Because very few know really
Where the money comes from
But the majority still
Adores the golden calf

It is valid to say
That we live in the sun 5.
Looking at the past
And its unfinished animals

I’m sure someday
A pretty beautiful beast
Will decree the sun 6
But I’m afraid of that time

I hope they too find the way
To live as we do
Busy as an ant
Under a single star

              VABM Wednesday, April 08, 2009



sábado, 11 de enero de 2014

999




999

Astonished and exultant as me
A single leaf
Pass floating in the stream

We the both are going to be
One with the sea
That one the whole world floats in

Li Tao Po
For Elia
VABM  Saturday, January 11, 2014



domingo, 29 de diciembre de 2013

Shining pebble



Shining pebble
In a mountain stream

Exultant like a crab
As musical as a leaf

Bouncing back the light
Of a relentless star


To Elia

Li Tao Po

VABM  Sunday, December 29, 2013

sábado, 28 de diciembre de 2013



And I left him laughing hard

And The Master asked:
Where you would like to be now?

And I said:
Here

With whom?
Only with you

And what you would like to make with me?
Just to be by your side

Are you hungry, thirsty, angry, or expecting something?
No I’m fine

How’s weather?
Superb

So you are happy?
Yes I am

So it is time for you to leave me now
Good by

VABM December 28, 2013



miércoles, 25 de diciembre de 2013

Theeee evolutionary history of my life



Theeee evolutionary history of my life

First came THE proteeeeeins
And then…

Viruses became reality
And then...

! It was... life!

So you came again
As always you do …

My beloved one

Saying again:
“Only when life´s good…”

In another gray day of my life

You THE love of mine
Became again…

!Mine!

One thousand years after
We first met in the front of…

Another river
Of my life

To Elia again

VABM Sunday, December 22, 2013


sábado, 14 de diciembre de 2013

domingo, 1 de diciembre de 2013

You’re my mess




You’re my mess


All of the toilet paper is wet
My bathroom isn’t an ash tray  
Elia says:
You’re my mess

Now I’m on the way
To find us a dessert
The finest pineapple of world
My beloved one, deserves that

Somewhere in the internet
Somebody plays
Leonard Cohen’s “I’m your man”
I’m that one

Clumsy and shy atheistic wiccan
In my Facebook you can learn
Poor because free
Pre Taoist indeed


For Elia

VABM Sunday, December 01, 2013



domingo, 3 de noviembre de 2013

The Bougainville’s call



The Bougainville’s call

Some no breeze summer nights
I’ve heard the Bougainville’s call

Below moon and stars
Inside the nigh fragrance

They claim for more of it
And they want it !just now!


Para Elia
VABM Sunday, November 03, 2013


viernes, 4 de octubre de 2013

Blood stained stones






After all
We’re briefly here
Just to stain with blood
Some river banks stones
Water dissolves all
Even rocks
For Elia
Taken from Li Tao Po´sSpeech about rivers

VABM Friday, October 04, 2013