“Trust, curiosity, and” —your eyes, I want to say— “laughter”
Unfold this time
You take the fire and fold itinto a paper roseand then you let it on a shelffor her to see some daynever to realise howred it was, howit has gainedits white.Yet the sunlight will strikeand she will reach for the roseto unfold it,to let you free.Ah! Fly to me!Kindred spiritswork magic.
A smidgen of Fall spice
One slow goodbye, crunchy leaves floating around, I taste hops and chocolate. Time is cinnamon raining now on a morning coffee; the breeze opens my sheets and mouths… I might want you here. Orange skies, skeletons and laughter, the cat meows when he hears my sighs when your perfume reaches these shores of pink clouds…
Antigravedad
Las flores llueven ensimismadas naranjas y turquesas sobre reflejos. Finales de verano. Los círculos se cierran personas que vuelven sueños que cabecean una brisa fría advierte de viejos conocidos. Abro una libreta nueva que se llena de cobalto y marino. Recojo los mares que nos quedan rotos en pedazos mosaicos de mil cielos serán puentes…
Desencuentros 28
Hoy me he encontrado una paloma descansando en el suelo. Está muerta, me he dicho. Y he sentido mi corazón descender, mi alma en los pies, la tristeza de este día de finales gritando en mi cara.Hoy me he encontrado una paloma descansando en el suelo. Está muerta, me he dicho. Y he sentido la…
Driven 23
I find my path blind in the weight of the messy wilderness I chase the caress of the sunlight. A thread stabbed into my core pins me down to life through and to and through to you.
“Welcome” dice
¿Era una despedida todo lo que quería de mí, o era tal vez algo más, un hecho que cambiara el transcurso de nuestras vidas, un momento que eclipsara todos los demás, un cataclismo que llegara a los oídos de todas nuestras gentes? No había en mí esa voluntad. Yo quise hacer lo que me era…
Today’s aftertaste
You and I have seen each other; this is not the first time and yet – here it happens, a chance meeting of the eye and now everything’s different – it begins the story I wasn’t expecting we see each other – I hope. I wasn’t seeking you, I could not anticipate it would be…
A single love
A single love I yearn for those promising afternoons sunny golden skies drinking from your eyes the poetry I so have always grown towards.
How to be truly happy
I’m not one to share often what I find online, especially on this blog, but if you’ve ever struggled with this, you need to watch the following video: Some of my thoughts afterwards are: -Life is full of miracles, but we only pay attention to the outliers, for bad mostly. -Making money to give to…