Category: Poems

THE STANDSTILL OF SILENCE Silently like a snowflake Christmas came At the junction of the night it met the standstill of silence Although tired of traveling breastfed the

  Joaquín Sorolla And if you come back to me one evening of sea and seagulls, I will try to kiss the traces of your eyes, and if

  My mother with the open arms greeting me when I visited her my mother with the tender words when I phoned her that I couldn’t come my

XX Daybreak. The branch leans its thin profile to the windows, the body, of your eyes. Birds, eyelids The pupil slightly turns toward the sketched light. Dawn, breaks

THE EYES ARE THE GATES The eyes are the gates of the mind; it is better to close them, now, to be careful,] now that the day advances

REINCARNATION If I do, return me back IF I do, return me back . . . shall I come back through the same gate shall I see the

Slowly branch by branch breaking out of the vapour the green of the pines *** A colourful bridge between heaven and earth a rainbow *** Dancing on water

A THOUGHT Between his eyes and her tears is always that suitcase, and the distance from so many trips to insight to the fire of poetry in a

TANGLE To deceive oneself to let you believe this tangled world would be in order I hear starving children weep I see soldiers dying I feel how the

  WRONG PATH They sell goods that you don’t need yet you buy they sing cacophonies you don’t like yet you listen too When will you listen to