To compare the mother sea against a bubble and against all of her foam. To even talk about the sand and ice of the dark seas of nebulae. To confess the curative effects of beer on my feelings about my reasons to be. If there is one, and about my performance or my lack of. To tell my love I’m still in love and always will be, normal interruptions in between. This blog is for
jueves, 30 de abril de 2009
martes, 28 de abril de 2009
viernes, 24 de abril de 2009
miércoles, 22 de abril de 2009
sábado, 18 de abril de 2009
martes, 14 de abril de 2009
Where the park ends
Where the park ends
After the border fence
!Ouch! side
Begins my park
The real one
That contains cities
And paved mountains
Where I know of a girl
That fails arithmetic
By a constant ten percent
Since motherhood
Just to pay the pediatric's rent
Almost as do some boys
For a man of Panama
That imports the medicine
That sends you
Outside of thyself
To a beautiful state of mind
Where is normal to find
That 8 by 4 equals nine
Or whatever you imagine
That operation could yield
In emergency
In normal
In slow
In very slow
Even on Sunday early evening time
Sometimes, I confess
I have been at the park
Yoga meditating to achieve control
As a politician in the search
Of a stable job
But I know isn’t inside
Where I must search
It’s outside of the park
Where my truth lies
Buried in a trash can
VABM April 14, 2009
lunes, 13 de abril de 2009
sábado, 11 de abril de 2009
miércoles, 8 de abril de 2009
sábado, 4 de abril de 2009
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