Spring springs

The winter's gone: I want to sing
praise to the coming of the spring

The daffodils in yellow bloom
wipe out the darkened clouds of gloom

The bees fly loaded to their hive
but there is joy in their strife

the starlings fly for miles and miles
to nest beneath my house roof tiles

And so, again, the winter ends
and God his wind of colour sends

The summer rain will bid its time
and give me excuse for a new rhyme

and then the clouds will reappear
towards the end of the new year

Some men will follow Mother Eagle

Some men will follow Mother Eagle
I like to watch my sister seagull
fly true n' straight to the horizon
Some like to follow brother bison
close to extinction: I'd much rather
follow on the footsteps of my father
and perch my nest upon a mountain
next to a stream and to a fountain
from which to drink melted snow
to then continue with the show.

Limerick

I met a man from Peru
who looked remarkably like you:
When his wife wasn't near
he would have a cold beer.
When his wife was around he'd have two.

One virtue

One virtue in the whole world, is all I ask
One virtue in the wide world: what will it be?
One virtue will forever set me free
and will allow me to complete my task

Divertimento

La manana me regala con colores
pero el cielo, celoso, hace que llueva.
Mas la lluvia es mi amiga: ella renueva
el color que hay en tus ojos, y en las flores.

Sol y sombra

Tu eras para mi
el sol de la manana
y ese que larga sombra da en la tarde
y aquel que se adivina cuando arde
mas alla de horizontes y ventanas

hoy no eres sino la luna deleznable
la luz del sol te robas cuando puedes
no te extrane, mujer, que ahora te niegue
el que ayer se te mostrara tan amable

Divertimento maldito

Angelica, vengo a verte
con la esperanza encendida –
se que eres fruta prohibida
pero el deseo es mas fuerte.

Angelica, dame muerte:
comparte mi acto de vida.
Dame en tu puerto cabida
y refugiame en tu fuerte.

Ven, captura mis canhones!
y gana asi la batalla
entre nuestros corazones!

Yo he de cantarte canciones
cuando mi barco se vaya
vacio ya de emociones!

Divertimento barroco

Escarcha de la manhana
que cubre el campo y que brilla
bajo la luz amarilla
que el sol de diciembre emana.

Escarcha, tu lucha es vana:
no has de durar todo el dia –
brillando entregas tu vida:
lo que reflejas te danha.

A la luz que te ilumina
devuelves lo que es prestado:
tu hermosura pasajera.

La noche, paciente, espera
para acogerte en el prado –
tu historia nunca culmina.

The promised land is not for me

The promised land is not for me
For me the uncommitted sea
the heart beat of the waves

The promised land is not for me
for me the sky both blue and free
or overcast and gray

The promised land is not for me
rather the desert my home forever be
my bed will be the sand

Haiku

Dormita la gaviota
El ruido de la lancha
La despierta

Haiku

La antigua chimenea
Columna de humo blanco
Tenue idea

Printer jam

The paper, crampled and forlorn
with the black marks of printer ink
has made me stop and briefly think
of sad events that here went on.

I knew to you only I belonged
though you to me were like a sphinx
or like to a mouse a sly old lynx
that for amusement quietly longed.

To show my love and appreciation
to paper I committed a short poem
that broke my heart's incarceration

But you my poem rejected - now the nation
is never going to share in the amusement
of this small office infatuation.

The days are growing long

The days are growing long
It'll soon be summer time!
I will be singing songs
not writing silly rhymes...

Vida latina

A los pies del Panteon bebi en tu fuente
y saque de tus aguas nuevas fuerzas
para enfrentarme otra vez a las perversas
dudas que se aduenhan de mi mente.

y ya el sol de la tarde, lentamente
llena el cielo de Roma con su fuego
pero yo lo combato y lo aniego
al beber de tus aguas: mucha gente

ha llegado hasta aqui para ver ruinas
pero yo en tu Panteon bebi tu historia
de cupulas, columnas y hornacinas

tan augusta bebida me encamina
a cumplir mi destino: oscura gloria
de una tarde ya moderna, ya latina.

Haiku a Alex Millones

la roja flor meciendose en el viento
la abeja que se aleja
presintiendo el otonho!

Chinese meal

I'm in the restaurant and ask for the bill
for my fried rice and spare ribs
then pay with visa -- and add a tip
and make the most of their good will

I then go, slowly, back to the mill
already yearning for my meal of tomorrow
Eating chinese will be a rest from my sorrow:
my burden burns under the grill...

The little old office squabbles
The bitter fighting for resources
The projects bursting like soap bubbles

All is forgotten for one long hour
while I eat rice with various sauces
and spare ribs, all sweet and sour

While waiting for the dentist to emerge from her cubicle, triumphant
after another successdul encounter with someone else's teeth
I sit in the waiting room and grab a 1997 reader's digest
and try not to remember the low pitch sound of drilling
the taste of bone turned dust and watered down with mouthwash
which I'll later spit, before sitting back down and opening my mouth for yet another round

Say no more

Say no more: that is best
time will take care of the rest

Say no more: that is fair
dreams will vanish in thin air

Say no more: grin your teeth
The sword has come out of its sheath

A cloud over the sands

How many times I've been to the spring for water
Often I took along the next available vessel
Seldom did I take notice: all that mattered
was to deal with my thirst and find comfort
to combat the summer heat and the lack of rain
inherent to the desert.

A word from you has changed all that
A thick black cloud over the sands
menacing in other contexts, here you are
all promise
the moisture of your lips, the thunder
of your laughter, the starred night sky
of your eyes, the moonlit dunes of your rediscovered body.

Monte de nieve

monte de nieve
inciertos pasos
la avalancha