I visited Hilo many times. Every single time, it rained at some point. Meanwhile, when I sailed into the other side of the Big Island, the sun was always shining. Apparently, there is a scientific explanation for this, but I won´t go into that now. I remember two special times fondly. Once, my Canadian friends Read more »
a dreamlike affair
of strawberry fields
neverending trees
rising through the blue
and skies that never fade
You dazzled with your heavenness
your piano milk
the honeyed silk
of melodies
unknown
and yet dreamed of
Algunas veces
mido el tiempo en canciones
canciones eternas
de cinco minutos
Demasiado cortas
cuando son de Billie
de Corgan o de Fran
I´ve walked in the
medieval parks of Rhodes
A Grand setting
for grand things all
for tragedies
and tales of love
I remember a Mosque
in Gibraltar
quietly sat
upon a rock
in front of Africa
Butchering
to the sound
of Frank Sinatra
The slit
throats
of Abu Ghraib
The uruguayan
Dressed in their autumn colors
All year long
All of them, tired and sad this Friday afternoon, with the hard looks of subway people everywhere. That bleak race of the commuters of the world.
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