martes, 14 de abril de 2009

Where the park ends

Where the park ends

After the border fence
!Ouch! side
Begins my park
The real one
That contains cities
And paved mountains

Where I know of a girl
That fails arithmetic
By a constant ten percent
Since motherhood
Just to pay the pediatric's rent

Almost as do some boys
For a man of Panama
That imports the medicine
That sends you
Outside of thyself

To a beautiful state of mind
Where is normal to find
That 8 by 4 equals nine
Or whatever you imagine
That operation could yield

In emergency
In normal
In slow
In very slow
Even on Sunday early evening time

Sometimes, I confess
I have been at the park
Yoga meditating to achieve control
As a politician in the search
Of a stable job

But I know isn’t inside
Where I must search
It’s outside of the park
Where my truth lies
Buried in a trash can

VABM April 14, 2009

8 comentarios:

  1. The real place to find one's conscience is to look into your souls and you will find it, never compare yourself to a piece of a garbage in trash can.

  2. Thank you Vinay for being the first person who comments my blog, the first was my brother, but I did not want to publish his comment because his good reviews seemed biased to me. Namaste :-)

  3. nice poetry but is there any way you can convert your other posts into english so i can understand

  4. Thank you Zach and Shayan, some of my writings are thought in english and others son pensados en español :-)

  5. Hola Victor, es un placer para mi haber visitado tu Blog, y dejame decirte que tu poema aun me tiene pensando y yo creo que por un buen rato, siento la sensacion de auscultarme interiormente, vere que encuentro. Yo vivo en Australia hace ya un buen rato, te invito a visitar mi blog

  6. I try not to think
    too much
    to be able to commit
    the errors
    I commit when think
    without blame ;-)