miércoles, 19 de enero de 2011



On a leafless tree
! Not yet!! Not yet!
A lonely bird tweets
And flies away

For the spring to bring
Its soft & warm things
The sun and God
Still are remiss                                                 

What about me?
Where my nest is?
Where I want to live?
I did think
How can I escape
From this mesh, web or cage?
Those are inside & around me
Always confining me

Like fortune, God or destiny
Trying to sing like an angel
But chirping indeed
Dragging myself along instead

viernes, 14 de enero de 2011

About pets & love

About pets & love

In her well known work about:
The truly and purely random
Distribution of nightly noise
Due to fowls and dogs

Master Zhon wrote:  
There is no such thing
As uninterested love
As there is not a rooster’s
First call at the crack of dawn

You can call it a myth
A white lie
A good intention
And a poet’s invention                                     

Someday love will be forbidden
As a drug
A very dangerous one indeed
Believe me please

And pets
Will be accepted
As the beings that are
Soft, warm, cool & beautiful

Maybe someday we’ll meet again
Together against them:
Except us
The whole world population

We just require
A backwards jump in time
A worm’s hole in space
To be together again

In the dark part
Of the same orange sunset  
Intoxicated with love
Sharing the same vision:

Double and distorted.
Waiting for the night
To show us it’s magic
To enchant us again

                                   VABM January 14, 2011

sábado, 8 de enero de 2011

Dry Rat at the park

Dry rat at the park

Here I’ve been
That babe in his babe’s car
And that boy chasing love or sex
Whatever destiny sends
In his brand new jaguar

Who am I? boy
I’m the man who gives you advice
About everything and even more
There must be at least one in every park
By day and night

And someday
I shall be as dry as the rat
That crossed the highway
Prematurely or too late
Or at the wrong place

Have a look around boy

Show me people
Here I’ve been them
Everyone of them my friend
At each age

I’ve never been a hero
But I think sometimes
This park should bear my name
And proudly display my statue
On a horse with a sword

miércoles, 5 de enero de 2011

Under the Orion’s belt

Under the Orion’s belt

Another year’s start
With its evaluations and plans
Like a peasant trying to forecast
Floods, wars, crops and Lord´s moods
I’m again below the Orion’s belt

Evaluating my last year’s performance
Begging for money to pay the cards
Trying to figurate what the stars
Will bring to me this year                               
That has just started

May love show its beautiful face
Or maybe death makes me loose the hand
Of another friend or the mine
I don’t believe I do control my destiny
At least not all of its triggers

Because I know
I’m just a peasant
A sand grain below the stars
The flour for the bread
The world’s leaders bake

I’m just a dime in the market
Another civil on the road to glory
And could be a casualty
In another war to bring justice
To this evil world

I’m praying for the people who lead us
Stay busy enough
Traveling and meeting at their nice places
That they have not enough time
To bake bread with my flour                

I’m not asking
They do the work
They are paid for
I’m praying God
No to call their attention

For the rest of the things
I’m in charge
Except maybe for earthquakes
Floods, hurricanes and a long dry
And of course a big stone coming from above

Wishing a happy 2011 to all of us
VABM Wednesday, January 05, 2011