domingo, 27 de julio de 2014



Throwing my loaded dice
Searching for the little edelweiss
Everybody can intuit
Blooms in the rain wrapped misty hills
You can see far way outside
From the wounds the alleys plow through
The city’s people’s nests crowded hills

During Sundays mornings
Obscured by more than alcoholic hangovers
Talking with kids wearing for the first time
Their first gun of second hand
Eager to demonstrate they’re now men
That vain excess that endlessly repeats itself
Waiting for an undeserved miracle before death

To Edgar
VABM July 27, 2014

jueves, 24 de julio de 2014

What gathers buzzard’s clouds

What gathers buzzard’s clouds

What patiently waits
Wetly confident
Below a triangle of hair

What goes up from roots
Through trunks, branches and leaves

Comes down
As seeds disguised
As sweet fruits

Produces the impudently seductive
Fragrance of flowers

And the crunchy after death
Of dead leaves

While licking
Salt and minerals
From dirt

What lies below
The hollowness of valleys

What takes healthy girls
To hospitals

To give life
In a stormy planet
To storms loving childs

What you can find
When you are a strayed cat
During the night

Inside the alleys of cities
Not irremediably condemned
To nuclear obliteration

What’s really is inside clouds

What poor’s houses windows
Irradiate outside

What the rain makes to garbage

What girls bring to planet
Sportive Saturdays

What’s coming down from stars
Day and night

What’s dry inside
Blue sky
Behind clouds

What’s sweet
In the dark clouds
The human machinery
Eagerly exhales

What feels a child
With his first bike

What claims for another beer
That one you shouldn’t buy
If you were rational

What remains after oblivion
After the eternally decaying recalls

What bored antennae
Are trying to find
In the radio signals
Of other galaxies

But is rampant
In the realm of these animals
Colored like
The surface of the planet

I’ll be always hungry of it

What my love
Give to me
I’ll always try to fit

Li Tao Po

To Elia

VABM July 24, 2014

sábado, 19 de julio de 2014

Only my love

Only my love

Mountains still wearing
Their silly hat
It's understood

It's everywhere with my love

Across the stupid world
I can only hear
"Only my love"

Wo wo wo wo, wo wo wo wo

To Elia with my whole love
VABM Saturday, July 19, 2014

viernes, 18 de julio de 2014

The eye of stone

The eye of stone

Carved on stone
An eye still waits
For a forgotten god

Above clouds
The moon and the sun
Play games with the wind

I’m walking again
The labyrinth

That is the garden
Of the temple
Of the sun god

Now it’s a tamed patch
But some blood stained stones
Still talk

Very few of us remain
Those who know
That jaguar is the pet of god

To Erwin Conte
VABM  7/18/2014

sábado, 12 de julio de 2014

To buy or not to buy

To buy
or not
to buy

It's a horrible world
If you don’t have
Money enough

To buy

A beautiful place
In it to have a nap
Every time you want

VABM 2014-07-12

sábado, 5 de julio de 2014

The tang

The tang

Life’s too short
Everybody says

But I’ve passed
Through war

Shy sunny days
And domestic horrors

And moments
Still passing

At light speed
Through you

To taste
And to describe

VABM July 5, 2014

viernes, 4 de julio de 2014

Electric dog

Electric dog

Sliding over the planet
The tires of my car
A beautiful machine itself
Take me to rest
At my house

My electric dog
Waves its tail
A full automatic
Web of things
Waits for me

Protected by
An electric fence
We shall ingest
The right amount of food
Our bodies need

To grow
To prosper
To be healthy
And happily successful

It’s a kind of magic
But you won’t believe it
Until you can afford it
And see the miraculous
Bank notes

I know of a pill
That will induce me
Electric dreams
I do know
I’m another dog

But I’m the one
That survived
Another revolution
For the good
Of man and earth

To Coquito Bueno
In memoriam

VABM July 4, 2014