lunes, 25 de abril de 2011

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My isbn

Remolinos de Tiempo
ISBN: 978-980-12-4929-0


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Flushing Time
ISBN: 978-980-12-4928-3


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Cantos Rodados
ISBN: 978-980-12-4927-6


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Textos de La Victoria
ISBN: 978-980-12-4169-0

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Re-Passed Texts
ISBN: 978-980-12-4168-3

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Pass-Age
ISBN: 978-980-12-4167-6


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Pasa-Tiempo
ISBN: 978-980-12-3536-1

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Pass-Words
ISBN: 978-980-12-3535-4
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martes, 19 de abril de 2011

About void and porosity



About void and porosity

Everything is almost void
Full of space
Inside it
Believe me pal

Above:
Just spheres decaying
In elliptical spirals
Into fire balls

Below:
Me and the rest of creatures
Of this oceanic pond
Of this planetary
Vapor of the mouth

Feeling the earth attraction
And the moon’s pull
Stressing mountains and seas
Everything

Underneath:                                          
Inside even us
There are just particles
Rounding nucleus
“That has almost all of the mass”

Waves of gravity
Silently pass
Across everything
Even all of us

For humans are the questions:
Like the appropriate temperature
Of the light wind
And the difference between
A mirage and a sand storm

The answers belong
To the human´s God:
The right scales & dimensions
And the difference between
Right and wrong

Moon: So close, so far
Sun: So distant, so hot
God: So vaporous, so porous

lunes, 11 de abril de 2011

About entropy and life

About entropy and life



Trees grow & fall

Seasons recap

Rivers pass

Clouds rain back





Stars im/explode

Light dims & decays

Goodbye and adios

Exist for good reasons

 


Those who have died

Will never come back

We call it: individuals’ entropy

Another process of life
















domingo, 10 de abril de 2011

The repeating sign

The repeating sign







The flower of a common tree
During spring
Until earlier boreal summertime
Repeats some of the infinite possible steps
Of the fractal of the repeating sign


Also a crystal
And a parasite
f some sea mammals
Also commonly found
Below the bottom of boats


It isn´t a cross
People of the new religion
Use it to show comrades
Their faith or better said:
Their lack off











The new sacred book



The new sacred book

Inside & across
The busy streets
Into the labyrinth of corridors
Keen on this uniform unreality

There is a smoke
With an almost imperceptible odor of
A new religion
Without immortals

With new sacred ones:
The ones who comment or add
More articles
To the new sacred book

That is always updated
To our latest
Experiments confirmed
Perception of reality                                                                  







sábado, 9 de abril de 2011

Generations





Generations


Across the fibers
Through the cables
Of the www

At the speed of light
Is propagating
A new religion


That disbelieves resurrection
But with a perennial celebration
And with an endless love for love


In it
Life after life is
What we add


And stays
At least
Two generations more


To our son’s genetic code
Or to any art, science,
Sport or occupation


















viernes, 1 de abril de 2011

Sand grains



Sand grains




Some people says
We’re just
A common kind
Of virus
That swims
A vapor of the mouth
Above the smallest
Sand grain
Of the desert




I’m not in accord
While sand storms
Blow through
The Milky Way




Because I think
I’m a virus
But of the kind that writes
Poems & computer viruses
And maybe some day
Real viruses & real life