jueves, 30 de junio de 2011

Ash of Stars




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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martes, 21 de junio de 2011

Also moon will pass




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



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To share



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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martes, 31 de mayo de 2011

Spheres made of spheres



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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lunes, 23 de mayo de 2011

Sterile attempts




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







domingo, 22 de mayo de 2011

One mountain after or before






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 :-)







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lunes, 25 de abril de 2011

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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


 
 






viernes, 18 de marzo de 2011

Ocean end




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