Love in colors – a poem

Roses are yellow my heart, blue... and for every touch of your tender hands harmonic ripples vibrate inside in subtle waves of pink and white. For the little things, you flickering lights in the dark and for every passion, red tears and smiles greening our hearts....

Becoming

I have poetry in my heart from the beauty I've seen, from the lives I've lived, from the loves I've loved. I've got waves of wonder pouring out of my heart, with stretches of blue,white and gold sand. I've got serenity in sea... the sound of movement, deep breaths,...

The fight – a poem

  Life and I got into an argument. I called her neglectful, she called me needy. I called her stingy, she called me wasteful. I called her insensitive, she called me touchy. I said "you fell short," she said "get over it." I called her cavalier, she called me...

Hide and seek – a poem

  Where did your thoughts take you that Sunday morning? What object did you loose in that treacherous maze? Where did you go and who inhabits your body? Where is my love, where's my love? What did you do the night we separated? Who pushed you away,  why weren't we...

If Eminem were Zen – a poem

If Eminem were Zen what would he rap about then? Would we hear all the slander if there weren't any anger? Would he give fans such a thrill without threatening to kill? Would he still be Slim Shady if he started chanting daily? Eminem, multi-platinum: If you shed the...

Exposée – a poem

If you know me well you'll know I say what I think and write what I feel, that I rarely wear my favorite color; that I show my smiles and cover my tears. That the water is not as shallow or as clear as it looks and though I indulge in simple pleasures, I'm not about...

Eternally young – a poem

You lay on your head with your flawless skin, your delicate features, your innocent look and that blank, harmless gaze. You lay on your head and your firm legs bounce up and over... Your gray hair defying logic so beautifully strong, so eternally young. By © tuttysan...

Final feliz – poema

El final nunca es feliz, pues no es final. Las flores se marchitan, la pasión perece; el drama crece y al romance inhabilita. La música cesa, el vino seca; las miradas ya no fijan, a penas cruzan. Las sonrisas no enternecen, los toques no electrifican; al amor lo...

Regresar – poema

  Cuánto camino recorrer hasta llegar a ti cuánta tierra cavar, cuántos botes anclar cuánta lagrimas llorar cuánta agua beber. Cuántos días de hablarte en silencio sin que me escucharas Cuántas horas deseándote lo mejor y sintiendo lo peor Cuánto aguarse mis ojos...

Amor del negrito

Amo a Quisqueya con sus buenas y sus malas, su bullicio empedernido, su basura y su smog; la sonrisa de los fruteros en las calles llenas de tràfico, los tígueres en los barrios con sus patas sucias y sus cacuchas, el fuifuio de los hombres a las mujeres en la calle,...

Te soñé

Como si fuera ayer y nada hubiese pasado entre nosotros Como si la distancia fuera un fantasma de una pesadilla que nunca tuvimos Me sonreías con esos labios que tantas veces besé y de tus ojos emanaba paz y comprensión Me sentí en el cielo como solía después de hacer...

Momentos

Cerré los ojos y al abrirlos encontré tu sonrisa; y al tomarme de mano me guiabas en un círculo de danzas en el pasto de esa pequeña loma en la cual, sólo minutos antes, las vacas comían en tranquilidad. Respiré sociego y empaté tu sonrisa, sintiendo gozo... del tipo...

El viejo y la pipa – poema

El Viejo y la Pipa Compré un traje para una fiesta a la que no fui invitado. Estoy esperando a alguien que no quedó en llegar. Sigo aquí, pelando pa' que otro chupe; amolando y siempre boto, queriendo y no pudiendo. Y no sé si querré ir a ese lugar de donde no llegan...

Provocative writing

Update to June 2013: Paul Knopfler, the poet whose writing I refer to in this post cancelled his blog a few years ago, never to be heard from again - so the link to the full version of "The Consumer's Manifesto" will not work. However, read on to the comment session...

Hindsight 20/20

  Had I known it would sting so much I wouldn't have ripped you off my heart. You are the never-healing sore that burns anew with every scratch. I would have taken you every place I went, had I known you would come anyway. You've traveled continents with me,...

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What I gave you – a poem

What I gave you were crumbs of love whatever the passion wolves didn't devour. What I searched for in you were tender hugs respite from the hurt of times sour. And I didn't buy you any rocks... the ones worthy of big commitments. There was no white dress flying to the...

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If Eminem were Zen – a poem

If Eminem were Zen what would he rap about then? Would we hear all the slander if there weren't any anger? Would he give fans such a thrill without threatening to kill? Would he still be Slim Shady if he started chanting daily? Eminem, multi-platinum: If you shed the...

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Damaged goods – a poem

  Where are you, damaged goods? Is it nice out there? Life support cut you short. You were not so rare. Torment ceased. Now deceased... Do you get to watch? Was it worth, death and birth? Are you now a catch? Pain is a magnet for those who ache; but arid is the...

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Of love and Concentration Camps

"What good is living when you are no longer needed?" It is true, you are not needed. But are you loved? Ah, yes. You lost the capacity for unconditional love. Feelings did not survive the Concentration Camps. Your reptilian needs are well covered. Thankfully. Your...

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Final feliz – poema

El final nunca es feliz, pues no es final. Las flores se marchitan, la pasión perece; el drama crece y al romance inhabilita. La música cesa, el vino seca; las miradas ya no fijan, a penas cruzan. Las sonrisas no enternecen, los toques no electrifican; al amor lo...

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The Unending Gift – Jorge Luis Borges

Following are Spanish and English versions of "The Unending Gift" by Jose Luis Borges. I find this piece particularly moving, for possibility is the highest gift. The Unending Gift - Spanish (English below) "Un pintor nos prometió un cuadro. Ahora, en New England, sé...

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Te quiero bien – poema

Te quiero bien sin dudas, sin rencores sin celos, ni temores; ausente de pasiones, e inhundada en razones. A corazón lleno, como se quiere lo merecido, lo trabajado y lo ganado. Como el valor no codiciado, te quiero bien. Te entiendo como se absorbe lo estudiado, como...

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Time – a poem

Time is the shelf life of the irrelevant, the reckoning of the unimportant, the marker of the finite. Sixty counts of self-imposed death sentences, illusory as matter, constant as dreams. For that which matters is not subject to time. Not the love of mother, not what...

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Romance is a garment

Romance is a garment in the washing machine. It needs the right setting and temperature to clean. With frequent washes, colors will fade. The garment might shrink, or it could even break. But if break it doesn't, and habit it withstands, It becomes more comfortable,...

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