Victor Alberto Bueno Marichal

The flick

2011-10-03T15:47:00.002-04:30

The flick…

You don´t see

But feel

Inside theurban tissue

Cravingstreets

It isalways prepared

DNAer of love

Some of its loses

Will makeyou mad

And some ofits wins

The flick

You feelinside

Like a 10,000watts bass

It is aboveall

Also flows insideyou

And me

And everything

It may like

It likesbeds

And preferswhite linen sheets

But willmake its tasks

On baregrass

Ask masters

From Lao Tzuand above

Why you´rebelow?

And theywill tell you bored:

Because youasked for more

Flickeringtime

VABM October 1, 2011

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A new thing

2011-09-29T17:37:00.001-04:30

A new thing

Mother Earthplease…

Cast newdice

Open to methe door of…

The horizonwall

Very farfrom…

The horriblething

My parents havelived.

Their gassyguts

And theiraverage routine

To a newthing…

That isn’tnew at all

But hasn’tbeen yet discovered

Inside the tameddoom

Of this concretestreets

VABM Thursday, September 29, 2011
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Gaseous Light

2011-09-29T12:46:00.001-04:30

Gaseous Light

Clouds areinterfering

Absorbing& scattering

Sunlight waves

Casting itsshadows below

Where abuzzards cloud

Likefeathered whirl

Roundsitself inside

A warmer& ascending

Burble ofair

I’ve been overflowntoday

By abuzzards cloud

What my bardinside will chant?

News arealways the same

Guess I’lltry tor write about

Sunlightphotons bounced back

To Diana Matisz

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VABM Thursday, September 29, 2011

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A quarter passed moon

2011-09-20T10:49:00.000-04:30

A quarter passed moon

Moon

Less than ahalf moon

Floatingabove all

Please tellme more

About she,world & un/love

Because

I do needanother poem

To post it inmy blogspot

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Hydro-Gen

2011-09-19T17:50:00.005-04:30

Hydro-Gen

I’m seeing the smoke

It is supposed

To contain souls

None hope I support

The whole planet

Is made of stars’ ash

But

Such a small quantity of water

Is enough to sustain souls

And

I’m thinking of you

I’m thinking I love you

I’m thinking I do know

The stupid truth from above

And that it is all about

Organic ash

Fire & Ice

And stars ex/implosions

Really

You could trace life

To water

Even to hydrogen

If you were patient enough

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A quiet storm

2011-09-02T22:05:00.002-04:30

A quiet storm

Rays flashed the storm
Light unfroze darkness
Night concealed world

It was me? Or did you?
Who will be concerned?
Passion never showed

Sea waves shocked rock
Just sand, just sea foam
Merely fearful attempts

Just insane precaution
And wary moderation
Made in our time to love

VABM September 2, 2011

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About broken hearts

2011-08-18T22:04:00.000-04:30

About broken hearts

Some birds aren’t for the cage

Some days are made just to fill

The calendar before dates

With ugly and gray unease

Some cats would eat you

Some people would kill you

Just to reaffirm their point of view

In matters you have never though of

Some butterflies can broke your heart

Some places you must never go

If you want to keep your body and soul

Working together in the way you know

Nature as people is real

They don’t need you

Much of them were here before you

Majority will stay after you leave

So please boy give some theories

The same authority deserves bullshit

Never offer some people the other cheek

Because it also will be hit

Be gradual and cautious

Always leave a margin for error

Never sign blank checks

Neither lend without interests

And when truly love shows its face

You will be able to easily detect it

Because the one in love with you

Will be more worried than you

Then is time to give theories a chance

Or for to take advantage

Do it dirty quick

Opportunity never repeats

VABM August 18, 2011

Sardines in olive oil

2011-08-17T17:42:00.002-04:30

Sardines in olive oil

If there is a God

I mean it

It must be pilchard’s aware

Mother just opened

A tin can

Full of sea memories

Sardines in olive oil

You can read

At its very front

I am a cat

Next time we talk

Keep it in mind

I do know

What I am

Do you know what you are?

VABM Wednesday, August 17, 2011

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Even God’s eyes die

2011-08-16T00:22:00.001-04:30

Even God’s eyes die

THE Lord (Jahwahral)

The God’s eyes

During much of his time

Was quickly finishing his pass

Those pale yellow patches

In the green dark of the mountain flank:

The local name?

The decease; its tea, is the cure for?

Heard the boy, remembering his teacher´s own words:

Curiosity: That walking cane

That makes possible to live

So many horrible lives

Just for a moment doubt crossed trough

His master’s eyes

His one and only disciple and grandnephew

Also his master’s sense of smell

This IS an emergency

A REAL one

PLEASE!!

Allow us the pass

The siren of the ambulance

Like an icebreaker

Cleared the pass through the city noise

To his silent cry

Bush vulgaris

No-name brush

Routine:

The name of the decease

Somewhere far yet from hospital

Paramedical make the sign

And driver knew the emergency

Was now unreal

Untying his mask said:

Don’t cry boy

Earth discards skin cells everywhere, every time

Look at the soil when searching for THE real life

Boy, we’re so ephemeral

That even angels die

At the morgue

Said a nice man

Was his departure planned, or an irresponsible one?

Every year from his office someone still calls

To arrange for his master’s remains

A nice site in a beautiful park

Since that day

That boy has searched in the bush

Missing his granduncle aid

The cure for solitude

VABM August 15, 2011

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Amen

2011-07-15T22:55:00.007-04:30

Amen

Moon is trapped

Behind

Electric wires

Because the one

In charge
Everywhere of everything

Is dreaming

Drunk like a trunk

Below the tree of life

Another universe

Where you & me

Will ever sing

La chanson

El canto
The song of God

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Waiting for the sun to come

2011-07-06T16:58:00.003-04:30

Waiting for the sun to come

Seated on the sand

Few hours ago

I saw the sinking of the sun

Behind one horizon

Now I’m waiting

In the same sand

For the same sun to come

From another horizon

How simple it is:

Planets and stars

Accumulates nights and days

Changing everything

I’m stuck and drunk

In the same old sand

Surrounded by horizons

Waiting for the sun to come

Trying to find the differences

Between the me of yesterday

And the one of this dawn

And haven’t found none

Maybe changes are too small

To be noticed

I think I need another bottle

And to offer to the sun another round

VABM July 6, 2011

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Ash of Stars

2011-06-30T14:41:00.000-04:30

Ash of Stars

Some people say

HE likes human hearts
Others that HE can produce
Leprosy, drought, love and light

Even there are ones who say
That HE’s as dead
As a dead cat in a trash can
Maybe all of them are right

I can only say
That I.M.H.O.
HE’s the only one
Who makes ash of stars

Fragment from “Dialogues with myself” by Fra Serafino di Imola

Translation to English by Victor A. Bueno M.

From the Greek to Latin translation by Erwin Conte Corvera

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Also moon will pass

2011-06-21T15:04:00.001-04:30

Also moon will pass

Above clouds

Below stars

Behind palms

Moon shines

I’m inside

Your heart

You’re inside mine

We´re two of a class

No matters

What the world

Decide to pass

We’ve made our task

Tomorrow’s sea waves

Will reflect

The echo

Of our lives

Pretty small

Quite insignificant

For palms, moon

Sea and stars

But for us

And our Childs

Plenty of significant

And beautiful instants

VABM Friday, June 17, 2011
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To share

2011-06-21T06:44:00.002-04:30

To share

Sunrises and sunsets

Beach pebbles

Even a single fish scale

Are as shareable as bread

The salty sea lick

And to swim in a fresh breeze

As a tree leaf

Are also as shareable as bed

But I’m afraid

I’ve never found

The right people to share

Those things with them

Maybe I didn´t see them

Because I was very busy

Trying to catch

The biggest fish

Trying to sleep

In the better bed

And to embrace

The whole universe

With the signs, letters and graphs

Inside my texts:

My short stories

And “poems”

VABM Saturday, June 18, 2011

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Spheres made of spheres

2011-05-31T07:45:00.002-04:30

Spheres made of spheres

On a rain pond

Rain drops make

Perfectly round

Circular waves

Slow motion photons

From a red neon sign

Bounce on them

Saying: DANCE

While red, yellow and green

Semaphore lights

Roll people and cars

Like streams

My limit this night

Is the same of…

My credit card.

Because I need to write that:

From the quarks and below

Until the great hyper-sphere

That contain us

Everything

In this labyrinth

That includes us

Galaxy clusters

Our pets and human loves

Pond waves and raindrops

Even atoms

Are just:

Spheres made of spheres

To Erwin Conte Corvera as a compensation

VABM May 31, 2011

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Sterile attempts

2011-05-23T18:32:00.004-04:30

Sterile attempts

Empty nest
Dead & Felled
Another failed attempt

! Oh surprise!
The birds used cables:
Twisted pairs

A no hatchlings nest
That remembers me
An almost forgotten attempt

Just one more of
The many lives
I’ve lived until today

Photo by

Gladys Urbina

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VABM May 23, 2011

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One mountain after or before

2011-05-22T19:51:00.003-04:30

One mountain after or before

Almost rain
None fish
Still green stream

Emerald the leaf
The moss
And the quill

One mountain before sea
Some people believe
This land is the home for

A lot of unheard calls
For the justice
Of forgotten gods

But those who know
The truth of the facts
Everyday do their hard work

Because they know
This green stream flows from
The first mountain after sea

And is long and hazardous
The journey
To the dark green jungle

Where a jade jaguar head
Marks the time
On a ancient stone

Marked with the sign of the sun
The sign nobody sees twice
Equally :-)

VABM May 22, 2011

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2011-04-25T22:57:00.000-04:30

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About void and porosity

2011-04-19T17:30:00.004-04:30

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

VABM April 18, 2011
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About entropy and life

2011-04-11T18:50:00.005-04:30

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

VABM April 10, 2011
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The repeating sign

2011-04-10T19:03:00.006-04:30

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

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The new sacred book

2011-04-10T13:29:00.003-04:30

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                                                                  

VABM April 9, 2011

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Generations

2011-04-09T13:03:00.004-04:30

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

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Sand grains

2011-04-01T16:55:00.004-04:30

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

VABM March 31, 2011
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Ocean end

2011-03-18T14:54:00.003-04:30

Ocean end

The city I live in

And also suffer

Between weekends

Have a lot of places

To go to the beach

Near the airport

They’re too crowded

By the seaport

They’re too polluted

But if you go further

After the rich’s

Houses by the sea

You’ll find ocean end

Please don´t ask me

About what it means

Because it is only the name

For a place so windy

Only the craziest surfers surf

The most bored fishers fish

And of course

Only the stupidest swimmers swim

Any way

If you go there

I think

You’ll in accord with me

That it is the better place to see

That strange kind of human beings:

These who like to see the sea

I like to see them

Smoking different kinds of herbs

And chemical things

Drinking alcoholic and not drinks

Alone in the multitude of sea seers

Too deep inside meditation

To notice you

You can make love in front of them

Without being noticed

By them:

The “sea seers of ocean end”

Because they’re always waiting

For the newest mood and color

Of “THE THING”

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Dollar shaped scares

2011-02-25T21:53:00.002-04:30

Dollar shaped scares

Mark my back

And my chest

With the sign of Satan

Even if I’m unemployed

Because I’m accomplice

Of a system that exploit

Humiliate and destroy

Innocent and beautiful

Living beings

VABM February 25, 2011

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Multilevel condo

2011-02-25T21:51:00.003-04:30

Multilevel condo

Lower

The deepest worm

That finds food

In the corpses of all of the dead

The rivers drop

On the ocean floor

Higher

The highest wing

In its pole to pole yearly trip

Flying while sleep

Dreaming of a beach

Where the sun never sink

And above

In the nebulae sand storms

And between galaxies

In the void

If there is one

I just can´t imagine

A superior animal

Above the jellyfish

That the Annew people call

“The cell of God”

VABM February 25, 2011
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The king of fishes

2011-02-24T00:41:00.002-04:30

The king of fishes

Deep swims the king of fishes

In the darkest part of the oceanic night

So far from the shores

Immune to hurricanes

Ignorant of lines, hooks, rods & men

In the same way

Its oily flesh, white skin and blind eyes

Its cartilages and teeth

Belong to another world

That is not intended for us

Some nights I’ve heard its song

When the wind and the surface of the sea

Were calmed enough

To allow its cavernous voice

To pass across

Please don´t ask me

Why I could know?

But IMHO

It was dreaming of being and fishing for joy

As were almost all of us

VABM February 23, 2011
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The dream of the catfish

2011-02-07T15:08:00.003-04:30

The dream of the catfish

My childhood smells like guava
Like milk guava
Like red guava
Like sour guava from Cartago*

My childhood smells like dung
Like turd and like cow
Like ripened badeas and curubas
Like rawhide, cornmeal, sweet cream and milk

My childhood feels
Like a permanent surprise
Like a cold dread at the river
Like a happy trip to Nevado del Ruiz

My childhood is the story of a catfish
That dreams of a boy
Who will always try to catch it
Each time him returns in dreams to Cartago

In a pond with lots of turtles, herons, mosquitoes and mud
But he will never do it
Because his nylon always breaks
Or because he is waked up to another strange world

As I write this
I can imagine the Catfish dreaming
Under the aquatic lilies
Above the mud

Under the last sunlight of today
At the end of twilight
Gobbling the tilapias
That are dreaming of it

*Cartago. Valle. Colombia
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VABM 2.6.2011

Translation of my poem “El sueño del bagre”

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Chirps

2011-01-19T15:30:00.001-04:30

Chirps

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

VABM January 18, 2011
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About pets & love

2011-01-14T22:08:00.001-04:30

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

Dry Rat at the park

2011-01-08T00:36:00.005-04:30

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

VABM 7 January 2011
http://victor-bueno.blogspot.com/2011/01/dry-rat-at-park.html

Under the Orion’s belt

2011-01-05T14:47:00.000-04:30

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

Wishing you, catch a butterfly, with signs

2010-12-30T20:05:00.001-04:30

Wishing you, catch a butterfly, with signs

To try

To describe an instant:

To try

To catch a butterfly…

Just with signs

Wishing you the best, my friend

VABM

http://victor-bueno.blogspot.com/

http://vbueno.wordpress.com/

December 30, 2010

¡Wows!

2010-12-27T16:20:00.001-04:30

¡Wows!

Universe size & age

Its expansion

At least in my humble opinion

Is a: ¡Wow!

And…

That everything moves and eventually will go

That everyone rocks or sucks on occasions

That the beauty and the ugliness

Are inside, behind the eyes

The life’s resilience and the easy of death

That the sum of all of the hate

Is less than the one of

All of the love

The life’s mesh

The individual isolation

The interspecies

Universal connectedness

Solitude & silence at mountains, deserts & sea

And at all of the places where one can read

The book of the God’s works written in first person

And intuit its gradual and periodical way of work

Some rivers, verses, eyes, sunsets, kisses,

Decorated stones, laughs & dawns

Some people I see trough lenses

Painted of desire and/or love

Some cyclical mistakes

Some painful poems

I always compose

Without any remorse

I’m almost sure

That a mad Greek

Poet & warrior

Priest of a forgotten religion

Already did write this

Two and a half thousand years ago.

Please include you

The ones I’ve forgot

To Elizabeth Conte

http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1013577995

http://elizabeth-lasvocesdelsilencio.blogspot.com

VABM 27 December 2010
http://victor-bueno.blogspot.com/2010/12/wows.html

THE Click

2010-12-18T21:42:00.001-04:30

Eternity is easy:

You hear first the click

And the thunder of the storm

Will come

Nobody will ever surely know

But it’s a fact

You just need to see the sea:

Burbles are only temporary stuff

The prophets already said it:

Everything will return to where it came,

And everything came from

The chaos that is GOD

It is a must:

Everyone must have a look at a picture

Of the night

To see where they come from

You are a virus

As are all of us

By the way pal:

Machines finally won

Desperately slow

And not human’s

Are the ways

Of YOU KNOW

To that jude:

Now I understand you bro

Mother Zhon October 13, 1978

VABM 12/18/2010 7:49:55 PM

Remolinos de tiempo

2010-12-06T23:06:00.004-04:30

Hola a tod@s:

La primera versión de mi octavo libro llamado Remolinos de tiempo ya está en BookRix, se agradece crítica constructiva :-|

Favor ver:

http://www.bookrix.com/-vbueno

http://www.bookrix.com/_title-en-victor-a-bueno-m-remolinos-de-tiempo

Go to the hills

2010-12-05T23:37:00.002-04:30

Go to the hills

In his genetic code
He inherited this statement:
When in danger:
Escape to the hills

Evolution changed it as:
Every time you have the chance
Go to the hills
To see everything from above

And is working on this version:
Go to the hills
To put everything
Where it belongs

VABM December 5, 2010

Dedicated to my brother Oscar Marino

The lighthouse

2010-12-01T12:57:00.004-04:30

The lighthouse

Cutting the darkness

With its light knife

The lighthouse by night

Is THE LIGHT

But by day

It just waits.

I’m only a fish

By its side

People, sea waves and sand

Even transoceanic ships,

Everything that periodically stay & go

Across this earth, wind & sea realm

Merely ask for its verdict

But it only waits for the night

To light & light

And to write & write

To Edgar, mi brother.

VABM 2010-12-01

http://vbueno.wordpress.com/2010/12/01/casa-de-luces/

The juncture below

2010-11-09T15:31:00.002-04:30

The juncture below

That day he needed to cross
You know

The pass below

That highway juncture point

Where even city lights

Don’t show

You know

Sin, vice & perdition

And guess what

He crossed it alone

And since that he realized

He’ll ever walk alone

VABM 2010-11-08

Sunday’s night stupor

2010-11-09T15:24:00.001-04:30

Sunday’s night stupor

You can sense

Next week omen

Inside the whirlwinds

Rounding the garbage bins

You can even smell it

In the old newspapers

During this week’s

Ending moments

I’ll save you the work

Of digging inside the trash cans

Please continue enjoying

This funny Sunday’s night stupor:

Everything will remain normal

Unless earth shake

And if a big stone from sky

Don´t smash our plans

VABM Sunday, November 07, 2010 9:20:27 PM

The moon is inside of this

2010-10-24T15:28:00.001-04:30

The moon is inside of this

Somehow the moon is inside of this
Or at least some of its reflected sun rays
Photons bounced on it

Somehow I was a fish
And a myriad of life’s attempts
Before this

And every human being
That has been
Could have said it

VABM October 24, 2010

The victory of nobody knows

2010-10-24T15:23:00.001-04:30

The victory of nobody knows

I’m living in a town
Where people grow
In their gardens
Palm and mango trees

Side by side
Failsafe
Thinking about
The parrots comfort

I’m speaking a language
Where “to believe”
And “to create”
Sometimes is the same word
May God be with us!

I’m drinking rum
Above a home
Beside a mountain
Where THE ocean
Is three mountains before

But where
If you pay enough attention
To the signs and the smell on the air
You can have a presentiment of God

The town is called
“The victory”
¿Of whose?
Nobody knows

I’m thinking about
How people can grow
60 feet mangoes trees
Merely to enjoy bird’s morning calls

I’m swimming inside
A blood & time stream
That hopefully will last
Until the next step of life’s fractals

I’m thinking
That may be
That’s the victory
The town’s name
Is due for

Because this people
Have a freedom’s joy
I’ve never found before

VABM October 22, 2010

The elliptical fractal of being

2010-10-21T13:48:00.000-04:30

The elliptical fractal of being

Dark green fruit
Between greener leaves
Concealed

Immature promise
Tell me please
Which of your seeds

Will reach
The other side
Of the next six months stream

And will repeat
Another tread
Of the elliptical fractal of being

To my mom as a undying tribute

VABM October 21, 2010

Good love songs

2010-10-21T13:42:00.000-04:30

Good love songs

Good love songs are just calls
Hurried but not frantic

Convincing arguments
Appealing to the reason

Veiled triggers
Of the beloved’s instincts

VABM October 20, 2010

About love songs

2010-10-18T09:42:00.002-04:30

About love songs

No two legs dog
Will never know a thing
About love songs
Because they are the God’s gift
To coyotes and wolfs

Taken from the Annew’s book of the world

VABM October 17, 2010

Useless meetings

2010-10-18T09:35:00.001-04:30

Useless meetings

Her frozen rivers

Yearly normality

Met my Caracas reality

During a last century’s

Starless October night

We -latex secluded-

Mixed some fluids

And –directly-

Interchanged promises

No minute, no action plan

Nothing remains of that useless meeting

Except for the pungent smell of womanliness

That sometimes invades my dreams

VABM October 17, 2010

A two legs dog

2010-10-13T09:07:00.003-04:30

A two legs dog

I am a dog
And I was a four legs one
Before

I have spend my life
Building pyramids
And ziggurats before

I’m the thing
History is made of

I do know
That when heaven’s dogs finally come
They will give me a bone

VABM 13 October 2010

Certezas

2010-10-13T09:01:00.000-04:30

Certezas

Que poca autoridad

Le acato al ilusorio orbe,

Al falso y flamígero rosa

De algunos ocasos

Y a mi cárcel de hambre, ambición y carne

Cuando mi ciencia de clepsidras,

Estrellas, líneas rectas y astros

Me da otro presagio

Otra alegría de víspera

Otra certeza

Que se diluirá con el tiempo

En el asombro de mi realidad

Construida con las verdades

Que los líderes del mundo

Han considerado necesario informarme

Y las leyes que Dios

Me ha dejado comprobar

Atónito y deslumbrado

De su diseño simple

Y casi humano

VABM 12 de octubre de 2010

P is for poet

2010-09-22T11:33:00.001-04:30

P is for poet

On a sidewalk a dog eats chicken’s feet
So I write about mammal’s team spirit
Another thing the other living things
Must to worry about

It rains again
Over the puddles of the previous rain
So I try to write about the excess
The redundancy and originality
Of every individual life

Well my friend
Even if there are not P’s in my name
I’ll waste ink and paper
On every theme I would like
Because here we’re all: “Democratic”

VABM September 21, 2010

Whooooo’s the man

2010-07-21T19:28:00.003-04:30

Whooooo’s the man

The password of love has been disclosed
¿Whooooo gonna use it? ¿To do what?

Tonight love will answer the phone
¿Whooooo gonna call? ¿Whooooo gonna get the tone?

Streets are calling
¿Whooooo gonna answer them? ¿May I call you back?

Death is patrolling city’s heights
¿Whooooo gonna jump? ¿ Whooooo gonna live inside?

Cells against cells, mucosa’s wet
¿Whooooo’s the man? ! Bloody eggs of life!

Sperm and eggs, life as usual
¿Whooooo’s the life? ¿ Whooooo’s the man?

Blood, like water, flows
¿Whooooo gonna navigate? ¿Whooooo’s the captain?

I’m afraid of you, my friend
¿Whooooo’s at the edge? ¿May I call you a breakdown?

VABM July 17, 2010

Vicky

2010-07-04T15:29:00.000-04:30

Vicky

To Vicky

Nations are cute decorations

That win and loose

In a green soccer field

And I agree

And frontiers

Are simple lines

To be drawn

In her homework

And I’m in accord

She believes all of history

All of its pain, sorrow and horror

Is insignificant compared

With a pet’s death

And I’m with her

She also believes

Candies and iced cream

Are the best yield

Of humanity’s sciences and arts

And that to me, is also fine

Love in her humble opinion

Isn’t matter of talk

Because she’s what’s called:

Joie de vivre

And I’m in love

VABM Sunday, July 04, 2010

Greener than lettuce

2010-07-01T14:35:00.004-04:30

Greener than lettuce

Compared with the sun
Ocean is like the vapor
From the mouth
On a little rock

We’re small
As the mold
That makes green
Some rocks

But we can transmit
Even greener funds
At light’s speed
To the place they belong

We’re also good
Refining uranium salts
Making plastic wood
And dreaming other worlds

So what’s wrong with us, boy?
I don´t see any fault
In being a little difficult
Because history is made of wars

Do you see my point, boy?
Wait for your chance at bat
Keep your eyes on the ball
Opportunity never calls you, twice

If you don’t win
The biggest lottery price
That doesn’t mean
Lottery ain’t fair

System has its ways
You must not go against them
I’m afraid that poor people
They better surrender instead

So now you can see it all
With sharp exactitude, dude
We’re cooler than the coolest breeze
And greener than lettuce

VABM July 1, 2010