Showing posts from September, 2012


Cat’s Cradle   her wrinkled face touched by the sun

Te Deseo

Te Deseo fin del verano... tu cuerpo joven transita   sobre mi recuerdo como un huracán en una esquina indiscreta.


XXXIX I swallow the smoke that ascends above our inaugural napkin.  Your discrete stare says, goodbye.


XXXIX I observe you. It is then I know I am alone. My shadow is your shadow and I am resigned.  


XXXVIII I am about to whisper it   when all of a sudden you turn back   and say it...  there is an empty  pillow on the bed.


XXXVI I study him seated by the window where he stands. Light-up the world , I think. You say: the sun is burning and close the pane.


sangra el beso en tus labios de arcilla abrázame fuerte 
I just received notice that I will be honored with a contributor's copy of Clarion at Boston University.  This magazine is very much alive and working.


  XXXV you stand by a window and sulk             I reassure you there is nothing to worry about your eyes sink to the ground as I walk away


XXXIII crystal clear, your young body in the sunlight still in its dream stage. I stop to pick-up your breath and hear other songs .

cristal roto

eres cristal roto que no estoy dispuesto  a recorrer

Cuerpos trazados en la arena

Cuerpos trazados en la arena tu y yo dispersos sobre el agua te miro en silencio y recuerdo la playa tus ojos color cielo y tu piel blanca derramada en mi boca