Gardenias and toothpicks

A smile, an encounter, an open mind. The smell of gardenia, made to order. Six two, are you? Internal joke. Sharp mind, soft hands, touch of heavens. Keep talking, you're interesting, shed those layers. Can I see you practice? Can I come to dinner? Can I serve your...
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Random – a poem

I was looking for scissors when I found the missing pendant. Out for cold beer when someone served me a warm smile. Browsing for Pantene when I bumped into Matrix. Gazing elsewhere when I ran into you. Random seed love; it grows in unlikely places. Never goes once it...
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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...
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Carnal – a poem

Squat in the sin of your virile surface Offer my flowers as gift that open, so that you may come in... be transported to earthy bliss. Animal instincts rush through my veins. Lips open, moans are loud. I drink from your mouth, the passion rises. Want to close my eyes,...
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My Valentine – a poem

My dearest love, The wind delivered you. By my window you sang a song. You took me for a walk and showed me paths. They were full of roses, water and green. And far off, the hills stealing every breath. You hugged me and we looked together. We want it all, and you and...
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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...
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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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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...
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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...
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Lecciones de amor

Aprendí a mirarte sin ruidos; a apreciarte sin tenerte, a acariciarte sin manos, a hablarte sin voz. Aprendí a diseñar pensamientos lindos, programas avanzados que se desplazan hacia ti. Entendí que siempre estarás, y que está bien. Te limpié un cuarto en un rincón...
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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...
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La raiz que te habita – poema

Pablito was a fellow poetry blogger who showed up on my blog in 2007 and called me his muse. He gave me small writing challenges I used as exercise. I didn't know much about Pablito, but believe he was a literature student... had to be. While I was someone writing to...
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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...
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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,...
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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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