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
sábado, 17 de noviembre de 2012
Lights
Lights
Bugs come and go
From and to darkness
Visible to me their erratic fly
Just for an instant
By the side of the bonfire
Is confortable and warm
And I'm trying to guess why:
Mating? feeding? playing?
Exploring a new star?
You know: "bugs love lights"
Even Goethe at his deathbed
Asked for more of them
What a pitty
Sunlight is so disperse
After down I shall see
Of what skylarks feed
VABM 17/11/2012
miércoles, 7 de noviembre de 2012
To The Next One
To The Next One
One starless friday's night
I did realize that my life
is mainly made of too late arrivals
and of false starts
Oh God how plenty of supplies you are!
I'm just another excess
that overpopulates another pack of your pets
The kind of things you ussually throw along with dice
That clumsy animal always out of tune with time
I'm seeing a flock of skylarks
feeding from a stream of butterflies
I'm dreaming of the next animal
who will sail the currents of time
Iridiscent and silent their ships jumping stars
The tang of our meat they may dislike
while carrying in their brains
the quiet fatalism of a butterfly
that flies in a hurricane
VABM 11/NOV/12
viernes, 16 de marzo de 2012
Milk, water, sap & blood
Milk, water, sap & blood
Blood in the water
Salty & fresh blood
Blood tinted sunrises and sunsets
Blood in the air
Blood in the rain
Hurricanes of blood
Blood on fire & ice
Smoke of blod
Erupting volcanos of blood
Blood all over the earth
mine or from someone else.
In love, business & war
We're all in the bloody business of blood
Because every thing that lives
is the product of:
Convergent...
Streams...
Of blood
Murky & transparent
White, blue, green & red
Iridiscent BLOOD
To Erwin
a.k.a SS HMDLV
VABM 03-16-2012
lunes, 3 de octubre de 2011
The flick
The flick…
You don´t see
But feel
Inside the
urban tissue
Craving
streets
It is
always prepared
DNAer of love
Some of its loses
Will make
you mad
And some of
its wins
The flick
You feel
inside
Like a 10,000
watts bass
It is above
all
Also flows inside
you
And me
And every
thing
It may like
It likes
beds
And prefers
white linen sheets
But will
make its tasks
On bare
grass
Ask masters
From Lao Tzu
and above
Why you´re
below?
And they
will tell you bored:
Because you
asked for more
Flickering
time
VABM October 1, 2011
jueves, 29 de septiembre de 2011
A new thing
A new thing
Mother Earth
please…
Cast new
dice
Open to me
the door of…
The horizon
wall
Very far
from…
The horrible
thing
My parents have
lived.
Their gassy
guts
And their
average routine
To a new
thing…
That isn’t
new at all
But hasn’t
been yet discovered
Inside the tamed
doom
Of this concrete
streets
Gaseous Light
Gaseous Light
Clouds are
interfering
Absorbing
& scattering
Sunlight waves
Casting its
shadows below
Where a
buzzards cloud
Like
feathered whirl
Rounds
itself inside
A warmer
& ascending
Burble of
air
I’ve been overflown
today
By a
buzzards cloud
What my bard
inside will chant?
News are
always the same
Guess I’ll
try tor write about
Sunlight
photons bounced back
To Diana Matisz
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martes, 20 de septiembre de 2011
A quarter passed moon
A quarter passed moon
Moon
Less than a
half moon
Floating
above all
Please tell
me more
About she,
world & un/love
Because
I do need
another poem
To post it in
my blogspot
VABM September 20, 2011
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lunes, 19 de septiembre de 2011
Hydro-Gen
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
VABM September 19, 2011
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viernes, 2 de septiembre de 2011
A quiet storm
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
jueves, 18 de agosto de 2011
About broken hearts
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
miércoles, 17 de agosto de 2011
Sardines in olive oil
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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martes, 16 de agosto de 2011
Even God’s eyes die
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
viernes, 15 de julio de 2011
Amen
Amen
Moon is trapped
Behind
Electric wires
Because the one
In charge
Everywhere of everything
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
The song of God
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miércoles, 6 de julio de 2011
Waiting for the sun to come
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
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
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
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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