The painter of rivers

 

The painter of rivers

 What do you want? - from inside the hut asked the old man.

 --I have no desires, hopes, or attachments – answered the painter of rivers, and added with indifference – I came to paint this river, and maybe I should talk to you first –

 --Have you bathed in it? Have you fished in it? Have you eaten their fish whose meat tastes like mud and the others that are tastier and more dangerous? Have you seen the twilight that dwarfs it, the storms that shake it, the birds that adorn it, the rains that cloud and shake it? Have you heard him sing, cry, and murmur? Asked the old man almost bored, already seated, but still without any intention of opening the door.

 --That's what I wanted to talk to you about - Almost smiling answered the painter, and added - I have a carafe of sweet wine, bread, tofu, oranges and peaches, I think you'll like to chat with me -

 The old man opened the door, looked carefully at the painter and his bag, and said:

 --We'll be more comfortable outside, let's have lunch – Then he asked him almost hopefully:

 -- I have a flute and many have said that I know how to play it. Do you know any of the old songs of the Sh'Han tribe? Do you like fried fish?

 Next to him a river was looking for the sea, but without much effort.

 To Edgar

Li Tao Po

VABM Jun/23/2022

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THE SONG OF THE WHALES

 

THE SONG OF THE WHALES

 Welcome to the echo

 that bounces over the waves

 that haunts the tides

 to lull their sirens

 with songs of the sea

Jets of steam

are condensed in clouds

of seagulls and gannets

Jumps that explode

in foam and salt

Footsteps banish

in a splash of fins

Songs that seem

to cry of love

Calls of passion

that drift away

in the eddies

of magnetic fields

as the moon shines

to start the serenade

EDGAR BUENO

 6/24/2021

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The witness

 The witness

 There was not

 Nor are now

 Nor will be

 Never

 Leafs

 Clouds

 Faces

 Moments

The same

 Chapter 25 “Of the drops”

 Treaty of rivers

 Li Tao Po

My fingerprints and other biometric characteristics identify me, with them codes are produced, which can be stored, processed and transmitted; but there is the problem that they can be forged and used without my consent under duress or deception, and after my death. In addition, due to accidents or illnesses, they can be lost or changed.

The use of the service of witness bots has greatly helped people who for different reasons have problems remembering passwords.

 I want to pay something, my witness is in charge of proving to the seller that I am me, even if I have forgotten my password, I think she tells him: he is the same stupid person who buys beer on Fridays from that part of San Rubialo and never remembers the password . She is also in charge of verifying that the store really is the one I am thinking I am buying.

The company selling the witness service charges me and others an acceptable fee, and sellers charge customers on transactions.

The witness company I use even gives sellers a payment guarantee in the case I cheat them.

What I like the most about all of this is that I have someone to call when I have identity problems.

 I find my favorite bot and ask her:

--Hi, I don’t remember my programmer’s license number. My name is Po.

--Hi Mr. Po, you do look great, I was waiting for your call, it’s Friday, it’s six o’clock, they gave you 18 bottles of San Rubialo special beer half an hour ago, you must have two already.

--How do you know it’s me?

 --Do you want me to do an authentication test?

--Yes please.

--Ok.

 She shows me an apple and a pineapple and asks me: Which one does you want?

 I choose the apple.

--How strange—she tells me feigning surprise—I had understood that you liked pineapple better.

 --Yes, but I have changed my preferences.

--Do you want me to update your preferences?

 --Yes please.

--Can I be useful in something else?

--Most likely yes, but I don’t think my wife will allow me. Thank you and see you soon.

I opened the third bottle of beer, glad to still being me.

Surely my witness bot already knows that (except on Fridays at 6 p.m.) I like pineapple better than apple, and that she can charge me the sexual harassment premium.

Li Tao Po

VABM 19/May/2022

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La Lástima de los Bots

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Even time will die

 Still missing You

I had one in your name

Well, in fact, were ten

Even time will die

In some strange way

Li Tao Po

VABM Jan/9/2022

a fishless river

a fishless river
walks dead in the city
looks so busy


Li Tao Po
VABM April 18, 2018

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Another bird

Another bird



Good morning city
Crowded electric wire
I'm another bird



To Elia and Edgar
Li Tao Po
VABM Oct/18/2017

658

658

Fog between bamboo

And rain rinsing their leaves

Do they feel clean?

Para Elia y Edgar

Li Tao Po

VABM 23/May/17

Falling star

Falling star 

If you must fall
Do it like a star
Streaming splendor
Through the summer night


From the book Relámpagos al atardecer
By Erwin Conte Corvera

Photo:
The last jew of vinnitsa

Let me bid you farewell

Let me bid you farewell


I'm waiting for the rainbow to come
The rain washed the bricks
Bright clean shines the world
Is me or are you? Who bleeds?

Love no more Only regrets
Sad memories of blessed days
Some gorgeus sunday mornings
Covered with dust of lust

Two hearts some times beated
Clicked at the same rythm
But now they have to leave
Vanishing tracks the rain erased

A city bordering a mountain 
Dreams of trees, buildings and streets
While its people dreams stories
Of glory, love, fate and death



To Elia and Edgar
Li Tao Po
VABM Feb. 18, 2017

To a dead bluebird

To a dead bluebird


It's true that you'll never fly again
And that your nest will wait for you
Some strange days
Before the pious and unavoidable forget

And that in the trees the fruits and insects
Will continue their business as usual
As every boring day
In this boring place

But I'll never forget you
Because I'm the only human
That was your friend
Although you never noticed me

During the last year
You started my days
With your impatient going nowhere
In the very much same way
That I did start those days

Maybe someday
I'll see you flying again
To the always green trees in paradise
And we together shall start unending days
With the happy feeling
Of not going anywhere


To Elia
Li Tao Po
VABM 12/May/2016

Too small to be eaten

The fish in the pond

Flourish and spawn

Until they're grown

To Elia

Li Tao Po

VABM March 13, 2016

Where to go?

Where to go?


Light's green
But where to go?
My way is free
But I don't know

I'm drawing
With my steps
An invitation
For you to come

May be we can meet
And draw with our steps
In the streets and corridors
Another picture of love


To Elia
VABM Feb 12, 2016

So take good care of you

So take good care of you


Greyish clouds behind
Earth is nothing more
Than an error below
And you are alone
Really alone

You are bombing some one else
That's your duty
Meanwhile your soul
Is going back to the sun
Another time

In Modern times
You designate targets
Computers confirm them
And give you the path

To get you out
Far away from debris
Targets are too expensive
To waste

People is disposable
Computers and planes too
Ammo and explosives
Can't wait to boom
So take good care of you


To Elia
VABM 11/Feb,2016

Alone

Alone


A road and me with my self  
Someway I'll obtain
Something to eat and drink

The warrior poet and saint
Inside this body too tight
Will find a place to rest

Full of feelings and thoughts
To washout and waste
Hungry of love and pain again

An ominous cloud of buzzards
Slowly swirls above me
I carry only a sword and a pen



To Elia
Li Tao Po
VABM 20/Nov/2015

Caribbean Skies

Caribbean Skies

Nothing so far from ice

Even if sometimes you can see

At noon the whitish of sea

The salt comes from the sweat

Of a drunken dark skinned

Happy dancing crowd

Nothing so close to heaven

The dullest seabird can tell you

Mountains ain't a good place to be

Where the sweetest sugarcane grows

Is where rum flows

Like a warm and sunny rain

Beneath the favorable omen

Of the Caribbean skies

Me deserves to be for a long while

Para Elia

VABM 12/oct/2015

no way out

Because Time Flows

Because Time Flows

None pleasure, love or beauty

Lasts sufficient                                           

Not a glory, pain or endeavor

Is strong enough

Instant whitish hair because

The inhuman time erodes all

Moments will flow

With or without us

Together or alone

Above me birds are flying

Just for the sake of

As lovers make love

To Elia

VABM domingo, 05 de julio de 2015

Warren Keelan images of the sea

Fifty floors above world

Fifty floors above world

I’ve been another Hun

Having dinner alone

In an hotel room

I’ve been another slave Jew

Carrying bricks

For another stupid pyramid

A warrior of the road

And also made a lot of

PowerPoint slides

Always by the side of

A very inhuman river

Abnormally old & strong

Working hard to obtain

The sensation of being

Fifty floors above world

Where the smell

Of the horses shit

Cannot reach

Above the busy streets

And of course for to live with

A Sarah´s grand  grand niece

To Elia

VABM June 8, 2015

Very Far Away From the Sea

Very Far Away From the Sea

Far from the sea

From its immensely rich completeness

Very far away from it

An immature seed dreamed of streets

Of the joy of malls and parks

With orange juice in his veins

Celebrating loses and wins

In the war of sex

Innocent of any accusation of love

It was only after he saw the sea

After seeing something bigger than his solitude

That he knew his destiny of seed

Li Tao Po

Taken from:  My Travels

To: Elia

VABM Tuesday, May 26, 2015

COAL

COAL

Life is gone

Everything you think

Is wrong

Every word you write

Means nothing

& Will fade away

As you will

‘Cause you and me

Are just

Dead leaves

Floating

On the life river

Amen

But our energy

Is strong

We´re like coal
My friend

VABM May 16, 2015

Tropical seeds

Tropical seeds

Zillions of sunrays

Lots of raindrops

Loads of leaves

Not as much flowers

Lesser fruits

Fewer seeds

To fly, swim and crawl

To reach the right place

To repeat

To reinvent themselves

Trees

That tranquil attempt

Li Tao Po

To Elia

VABM Thursday, April 02, 2015

Summer Charms

Summer Charms

For the summer to come

Isn´t enough thousand kites

Flowing slowly in the wind

Waving its long tails like fins

For the summer to come

You need to smile as you do

When the wind is playing

Magical dances with your hair

There is any necessity of sun at all

For the summer to come

You only need to charm the whole world

Saying I love you boy

To Elia

VABM March 7, 2015

As a big ashtray

As a big ashtray

The wind was screaming

While sweeping obscure streets

Every one of us

Will be forgiven tomorrow

When the city start again

Its unfeeling engines

So he said

While using it

Without any sentiment

As a big ashtray

And the wind carried his words

Not so far away

Li Tao Po

VABM January 31, 2015

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Like a balanced stone

To Chet

To Chet

Blue sky

Not a single cloud

And…

A trumpet proclaims love

Of the unlimited kind

By the sea side

Beside the unlimited realm

Only confined                           

By time

I guess

I must confess

I love

The music of Chet

And that also

Invested a lot

To obtain

Informal texts

Definitive novels

Faked love poems

All awful texts

With some friends

To learn

That a trumpet

Can contain

Whole worlds

And that…

Every mind

Is a God’s eye

And that…

Every soul

Is worth to save

To Chet Baker

VABM December 20, 2014

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Ynn3mzC2E4

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