Of mantras and eternal love

I keep your letter; four pages of lengthy stream. Because anything worth saying is worth repeating. You said. I love you. I love you? I love you! Like a mantra, repeated over and over until it wills you into a trance. Like a bond; a fragile note reminiscent of...

Reach – a poem

My flesh has no skin, my wound no scab. And that subtle scratch you didn't make is making me bleed. You reach your hand across the table, the one that's wise. It cleanses the dirt and as it goes, it weaves me of compassion a new skin dressed in understanding, glowing...

How soon they forget

Things that were said Promises made Journeys shared Giggles and laughs Bonfires, food Exotic trips Sleeping under the moonlight How soon they forget Good intentions Being “there” Phone calls, texts Movies, songs Plain rides Adventures unknown How soon they forget...

The scale – a poem

Before you keep playing games, ponder if you can afford to lose. Love is a capricious child... better tend to it while it wants you. Before you take me for granted, remember I am like the moon. Would you like life without me? Will you have no regrets? Before you keep...

The old man with the pipe

I bought an outfit for an event I'm not going to attend I keep waiting for someone who never said "I'll come back" Keep peeling so someone else can suck Keep sharpening and never sharp I keep wanting, but I'm not able to And I'm not sure if I should join you Not sure...

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...

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...

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...

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,...

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...

Preguntas – poema

Cuando te extraño, ¿me escuchas? Cuando mi energía esta ausente, ¿me entiendes? Cuando te llamo, ¿me oyes? Porque te llamo ahora ilusión de ilusiones ¿Que pasará con este sueño, si se hace realidad? Temo más a la realidad que al miedo de no tenerte. Es mejor seguir...

Tu maldición – poema

  No es una playa vacía, sino el agua que está fría. No es la neblina eterna, sino la cama sin piernas. No es un brujo en San Juan fumando cigarros con velones prendidos y fotografías al revés. No es una muñeca vudú comprada en eBay, punzanda en tus partes que no te...

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...

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...

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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