where are the bees tanka
where are the bees are they ruffling dawn with their ancient songs... or are they dying ‘ before the blossoms
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están enfermas tanka
¿están enfermas, o abanican el polen azul de mi ocaso, a donde han ido las abejas?
hostia tanka encontrada
hostia aquà achicharrando puentes… vivo hasta donde llegue, no hasta donde pueda
no podÃa ver tanka
no podÃa ver asà que aprendà a tocar un rayo de amor apareció en mi cuarto el secreto de mi vida secreta
I couldn't see tanka
I couldn't see so I learned to touch... inside my bedroom appeared the beams of love— the secret of my perfect life
my lover’s house tanka
my lover’s house is settled by so many ghosts I cannot flee my carapace… I was born for trouble
la casa de mi rival tanka
la casa de mi rival esta poblada de muchas superficies y yo no puedo quitarme el caparazón
quicksand tanka
quicksand sucking at my feet-- the longer I live the more I shed my anger, embracing silence
to all the men tanka
to the men who entered and left my bedroom wearing nothing but balloons… I will not be possessed by sadness
tanka en espanol
que somos para los girasoles y cardenalitos… sueños que terminan sin rastro de anhelos
what are men tanka
“The half life of love is forever.” —Junot Diaz, This Is How You Lose Her - what are men to sunflowers and cardinals, dreams that end without a trace of longing? Painting by Larry Zach
a todos los hombres/ tanka / respondiendo a una cancion de Willie Nelson
a todos los hombres que colmaron mis noches de éxtasis, a los que un dÃa acaricie, acurruque a solo los mejores a mis prófugos del pensamiento que entraron y salieron por mi puerta me alegra que llegaran
mi obra maestra tanka
mi obra maestra… holograma de flores de cerezo derramando los pétalos de mis pesares dentro de un rayo de luz
my masterpiece
my masterpiece... a hologram of cherry blossoms shedding the petals of my sorrows into a ray of light
now that you're gone tanka
now that you're gone, are you really made of stardust? amnesia... a labyrinth of rejected imperfections
From Cinder to Cinder
From Cinder to Cinder how do I draw a broken heart when beauty is nothing but the birth of fear inside me there is only room for light… intersections of harmony, corridors of flaming dawns