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Embrace
Dedicated to Nancy M. Popa
Biscuits on the table.
Tender hands on you,
Bright eyes on me:
Show me the way to your soul.
Written on September 2001, in Panama City, Panama
The Point
Northside of the World
Southside of the Sky
East End of Eden,
West End of Man.
Written on September 14, 2001, in Panama City, Panama
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The Springtime of your Life :
Inspired byPrintemps qui Commence (*) of Saint-Sens
Dedicated to M.
From below the Earth
Deep underground
A meaningless seed
Is lullabied by the warmth
Of your motherly womb
Called Earth
While an unstoppable
And irresistible impulse
Comes from within the seed
To go forth, up,
Releasing its priceless
Gift for all to see
And making a lovely union
A romance beyond description
With the elements around
Makes the seed grow
Breaking the cold
Expanding life:
Facing the Sun!
Green stem, bright leaves
Morning dew dances
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On this Fairys fair
Known as
The Springtime of your Life.
Written on September, 2001, in Panama City, Panama
(*) The Beginning of the Spring, an Aria from the Opera Samson and Delilah
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In the Eyes of a Friend
Inspired by Lulu
In your faintless eyes
Its never too late
For a comeback
Or for starting
Again
Again and again
You comebackAnd restart your life.
In your faintless eyes
I see myself
A part of me
Deep inside
that I deny
Yet I see myself In those eyes
I hear myself
In your voice
So crystal-clear
Your laughter
So transparent
So whole, so deep
Yet I see you again After all these years
Of rise and fall Through it all
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And you look
at me
Hope comes from above
Hope to bring myself
Comfort from within
To open up my window
Let the light shine out.
In your wholeheartness
Your faintheartlessnessYour tenderness
And your strength
To be free
My inner well slows life
I open my source to calm
My inner drought
My vital thirst.
In your faintless eyes
Id love to lose myself
And find myself
Within you
Now I understand
Its never too late
To start
Again
My dearest friend.
Written on January 31st, 2003, in Panama City, Panama
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Internatural
I. CORNERED SOUL
In the vertices of time, my feelings nest,
in the apices of space, my mind rests
eager for the cobweb-breaking light: YOU(*)
II. RELEASED SOUL
The sun melts the cobwebsand the caterpillar flies
the cocoon is empty now.
III. PRODIGAL SON
I already looked my soul in the eye
and kissed goodbye evil in her lips:
Now I am coming back home.(**)
IV. GAS IN GLASS
Your natural gas
fills my radical glass
reaching our destination.
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V. RAINY DAY
Under an overled sky
animals wonder and wander,
as purification becomes flood.
VI. SURF DREAMS
Easy as a bliss
the sea-surf caress
in my endless dreams...
VII. AIR AND FIRE
The spell of lightning
the smell of night breeze
fragrant and colourful airwaves.
VIII. NATURAL EMBRACE
The mist of my feelings
embraces your mindful soil
bringing forth the flowers of our love.
IX. DREAM HOUSE
Forest House,
Water Dreams:
Mind your House, Love your Dreams.
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Written in the years 2003 and 2004. Additions on the year 2008, in Panama City, Panama
(*) Inspired by Pjaros de Barro (Birds of Mud) of Manolo Garca
(**) Inspired by Regreso a Casa (Back Home) of Moenia
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Possibilities
Im fishing memories
lying in the bottom
of the ocean of my life
Cant catch the bird
of my past days
then it comes to me
in a betraying flight
to tear off my eyes,covering me with shadow.
However, I can collect
some dirty pages
of my life
and burn them down,
Yet I am able to bathe
in your river,
where my memories
lose use for a while
May be it isnt too late
to sow new seeds
in your fertile fields
to feed my mortal hopes
with your immortal faith.
Written on February 20, 2004, in Panama City, Panama
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The Streams of Oblivion
With special thanks to Ida Puzone
The wastes of remorse
flow now
in the streams of oblivion,
while a dark sky
anticipates
a hard rain to be poured
washing away all the hardships.
Written on March, 2004, in Panama City, Panama
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Jazz Variations on a Natural Theme
Dedicated to Nancy M. Popa and Maru Caseiro
I. Van Dam
Broken levees, dead dams,
dry, wasted reserves,
energy under threat of extinction.
II. Spring
Heavenly chant, like a spring
springing water from the mountain
the lullaby for my foreign heart
to drink and relieve its thirst.
III. Avis
Dance of fabrics, rainbow`s song
shining feathers on the horizon
whistling birds, masters
of the auditive caress.
Written on May 8, 2004, in Panama City, Panama
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Aeolus Strummer
Inspired by O du mein holder AbendsternofRichard Wagner
I caress
the softness of dusk
gazing into my eyes;
I lean my yearnings
against cotton clouds
undone By the Northern Wind.
Located southside of the scorn,only its consequence
comes to me
such a ghostly gust,
in my daily World,
a threatening eclipse.
Strumming strings of wind
I discover your voice
And in it, a thousand clues,
I learn through your Air Caresses
to give in to the ambush
of the Mermaid`s Song.
Originally written in Spanish on December, 13, 2004, in Panama City, Panama
Translated into English on the year 2005. Reviewed on July 18, 2009, in Panama City,
Panama
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Strips:
A discreet strip of sky
appears clear and celestial
before my eyes,
in the middle of black clouds
chaotically covering
my mediterranean horizon;
a fine strip of sea
serene and blue,
seeps throughyour mournful procession,
threatening your cross
and encouraging my march.
Written originally in Spanish on February the 2nd, 2005, in Santiago de Veraguas, Panama
Translated into English on February 24, 2005, in Panama City, Panama
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F inal Journey
A journey
lean of deceit,
gross of reality,
whereon
my stoich maneuvers
pretend to
keep me safe,
reach my yearned shore
never to return...
Written originally in Spanish on March 9 and 15, 2005, in Panama City, Panama
Translated into English on June 2005, in Panama City, Panama
Craterous Hibernation
The ashes of my hopes,
they fall
upon the arid crater of your
oblivion;
below
a seed throbs and awaits
a rather improbable rain...
Written originally in Spanish on July 17, 2005, in Panama City, PanamaTranslated into English on August 4, 2005, in Panama City, Panama
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No Escape from Myself
Dedicated to Carlos Wynter
I mask my bones,
however I search like a hound
my dark corners
only to limit
that part of me
that I want to escape from.
You are there,blinding temptation,
I re-make the escape
being reborn in my torment,
my reality is inside.
Written on August 2005, in Panama City, Panama
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Fat dogs, thin dogs:
Poverty bags,
liberty rags,
wealth compromised
stealth and lies shed.
Subhuman microcosmos
of a rebel without cause,
big mind up in space,thin body out in the streets.
An inner yell at life,
a claim against deaf ears.
In the cyber era
no one speaks your language.
The Master of Babel
tangles the versions,
strangles the visions
of simple bureaucrats.
Tied up in ties,
frozen over in his Bureau,
thin mind in the closet,
fat body at the City Club.
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Eternal contradiction,
mixed priorities, twisted budgets
Bodies for lease, Minds for Sale
The rebels shall starve.
Written in Augut and September 2005, in Panama City, Panama
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Racial Paradigm:
Inspired by Jos Vasconcelos
The One-Race Paradigm
is already broken,
inside the melting pot
the Cosmic Race
has been bred.
The Mestizo Paradigm
comes forth,brand new human beings
sharing a Cosmic Dance
like newly-weds:
Are we prepared
to receive such a New Man
inside ourselves?
It is already You:
Euro, Mexican,
Yankee, West Indian,
Polinesian, Arab,
Afro...? and so on...
IT IS YOU.
Written in August and September 2005, in Panama City, Panama
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Weed
In my nomadism,
sometimes hedonist
and often stoical,
weed took over
my chest.
In the aridity of my soul
weed turned into
dry, sharp leavesstabbing my heart,
wounded, I refused to succumb.
Your eyes, crystals
and your heart, the sun
have consumed my weed
my chest is burning, the fire
forges something new within:
A precious stone shines right
where there once was
a bleeding and undone muscle,
out of infinite pain
there comes forth a strange redemption.
Written simultaneously in Spanish and English on October 19, 2005, in Panama City,
Panama
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Crime Scene
The fingerprints
of a hybrid
popular conscience
hanging in the void
stained
by the bleeding
of a lost identity
The sharpened remainsof the generational
rupture
clip
Society`s hand...
Written simultaneously in Spanish and English on November 29, 2005, in Panama City,
Panama
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Telluric
Dedicated to Gorka Lasa
I.
The Social Pangea
creaks, gives away, wrecks itself,
sinking into the waters
of a particular massive autism.
II.
The delicate plates of tolerance
were strangely fitted
causing tremors of
centrifugal telluric suspicion.
III.
The last remains
of the Oceanic Garrett`s "Terra Firma"(*)
lie scattered between autistic waters,
separated by intolerant earthly fittings.
IV.
Insular realities
of individual existence
peeping up such pale memories
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of Mythical Continents
not even the Social Pangea.
V.
Inside the core, in the axis
a revolution is boiled over low heat,
the so-feared cataclysm will only be the refitting
of a new centripetal order.
Written originally in Spanish on June the 1st, 2006, in Panama City, Panama
Translated into English on June the 1
st
and the 9
th
, 2006, in Panama City, Panama
(*) Dreamworld by Midnight Oil
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Met
Dedicated to Eyra Harbar
The flight of your imaginary bird
crosses my actual skies,
the crossbow of your imaginative eyes
drove its luxury arrow into my frugal heart.
Written simultaneously in English and Spanish on June the 1st, 2006, in Panama City,
Panama
Throb
Slow hands
on the willing heart;
under a scarlet sky
the ground opens wide...
Written simultaneously in English and Spanish on June 5 and 11, 2006, in Panama City,
Panama
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The Crash(*) Factor:
1971
I GREW UP IN A SMALL TOWN.
The main feature of such life was the consideration towards your neighbour.
For instance, I remember that everybody knew who my parents were. Going astray as a
child was not a problem. In all cases a "bona fide" adult would take you back home.
1989
When I graduated from High School, the towns population had amazingly doubled. In less
than 20 years we could see the first signs of FEAR, VIOLENCE and CRIME; however, the
town was still manageable.
2006
Now I live in a 2 Million Plus City, more than 150 miles from my hometown, still in the
same good growing country.
As the Cities (and countries) grow and prosper, we see how they "BABELIZE", people no
longer know each other"the way it should be", they dont care either ... they just dont want
to know their neighbour.
Trust has been lost gradually, common effort vanishes, the community no longer works
together, they leave it all to the governments care. An increasing fear takes on when you
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see more and more people who dont look like your Parents, dont speak with your accent,
dont eat what you do, dont dance your dances:
- HORROR IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER
You feel invaded by hordes of opportunist aliens who come to steal like locusts the fruit of
your Parents work and Ideals.
THE FUTURE
Survival of prosperous, multi-ethnical urban centers (and countries) absolutely depends on
MUTUAL:
- RESPECT
- UNDERSTANDING and
- INTEGRATION
Is it impossible? I still dont know, Im figuring it out...
Written on July 24, 2006 , in Panama City, Panama
(*) Crash, movie from 2004
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Exhausted Horizon
(Overwhelmed skyline)
Dedicated to my friends Eyra Harbar, Jairo Llaurad and Jos Luis Rodrguez-PittSpecial acknowledgements to Heghedus Camelia
Overwhelmed skyline
exhausted horizon
a material saturation
bred among empty souls.
Concrete scrapes blue skies
whilst
cement steps tough on the soil.
Virtual delusion
gives away towards
visual pollution.
Some rare sort of senseless rush
deceives inconstant souls,
the automatic satisfaction
becomes a collective slayer.
Written on July 24 and October 23, 2006, in Panama City, Panama
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The Invisible Menace
Dedicated to Yo Soy Cliff and Marta L. Snchez
Prejudice outwitted a guard
full of self-satisfaction
under a disguised form of fear,
a distorted sense of menace,
a threatening Ghost of Hate,
then an Amnesia is justified
erasing that certainty whichit was there at the outset
and that aHoudiniesque Calendar
has altered into Absolute Doubt
under the sightless wakefulness
of the outwitted guards.
Written on November 6, 12, 13 and 16, 2006, in San Francisco de la Montaa, Veraguas,
Panama and Panama City, Panama
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Incidental Music
"Everything is made in silence. Like
the light inside the eye." Jaime Sabines
Dedicated to Jos Luis Rodrguez-Pitt and Mario Garca Hudson
This memory
incidental music
livening upordinary days.
that notion
borrowed chorus
unnamed glory
from the oblivion of ages.
A life is woven
out of rap and sampling
such a remnants spread
But you, incidental music,
have given sense
to such a life.
You are the
Clock-of-notice
Of
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A death
to the effect, to the evasion
A return to the uterus
find the root
and your tonal key.
Written on November 2006 and January 2007, in Panama City, Panama
Reviewed on July 18, 2009, in Panama City, Panama
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Caribbean:
A Brief and Subjective Salutation
"Ruge la mar embravecida
rompe la ola desde el horizonte ...
brilla el verde azul del Mar Caribe."
TIBURN - RUBN BLADES (*)
My pen is lifted and salutes the Great Caribbean, That one, as once J.J. ARMAS
MARCELO said, extended from the Mississippi Delta to the Amazon Delta, plenty of thereflection of the sun in sands of extreme whiteness, fresh breeze sometimes wild, itchy
heat, plains, sugar cane fields and every now and then a shy and introverted mountain
range.
There, where the "beautiful faces of my black people"drink rum, chop sugar cane, play the
bongos, shake their hips. A melting pot of races, pre-colombines, europeans, africans,
asians and every existing race in-between.
Lands between waters, islands, peninsul and interinsul, bathed by carnivals, splashed by
blood and sweat, permeated by happiness and scream, between hunger and the non-
accomplished dream, I recall tropical dreams from Panama, dreams of fast talk, as I say
words full of oxygen and "riddim"(**).
Written on January, 2007, in Panama City, Panama
(*) Translation
"The stormy sea roars
the wave breaks on the horizon
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the blue green of the Caribbean shines."
SHARK - RUBN BLADES
(**) Jamaican for "Rhythm" (cadenza).
Special Acknowledgements to Sonia Marcus Gaia
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T error
Dedicated to Sofia Santim and Javier RayaIn memory of all the victims of the gunmen worldwide
The external terror is barely the reflection of the internal terror.JEREMY, like a macabre "a
posteriori"prophet, echoes the signals sent by EDDIE VEDDER, words that tremble in
my guts.
The terror in the lost look of the gunman, who pulls the trigger perhaps looking "to besomebody", victim or victimizer, of Fear, Prejudice, Intolerance, a Society much too
Consumist-Consumed by the Urge to SELF-SATISFY on Things, whilst the Empty Soul
with a Nil Inner life:
- Ignored
- Forgotten
- Swindled.
An inconcluded message sent by the "Jeremist" messenger in turn, whilst Prejudice hunts
for Ghosts of Terror outside; the terror inside goes out to hunt for prejudice.
Originally written in verse in Spanish on April 18 and May 5, 2007, in Panama City,
Panama
Translated into prose in English on the month of May, 2007, in Panama City, Panama
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Nirmanakaya
Seven days in hell
seven years in purgatory
an eternal - and quittable -
Nirvana
for Endless Love
- Fire embraces me
scorches me
Originally written in Spanish on June 7, 2007, in Panama City, Panama
Translated into English on the month of June, 2007, in Panama City, Panama
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Fearsome
Dedicated to Salvador Medina-Barahona
A lifespan wasted in fear.
A quest for revelation,
Only dim lights outside
In the pilgrims night.
Romancing the Stone
Even when my dreams
Seem to sink like paper boats.
Written on November 2007 and April 2008, in Panama City, Panama
Reviewed on July 18, 2009, in Panama City, Panama
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Pocket Gods
(Vs.- Absolute Gods)
Im Soul and Sailor
of allegory and voyage
a compass of categories
marks direction and change.
I come from absolute gods
of wrath and orthodoxy,
masters of narrow roadsonly one direction and future.
I see a horizon a la carte
with pocket divinities
a suitable salvation
pay the toll and way so clear.
Invisible but tangible
a simple way shows
no tolls, free way for all.
- (Magnetic North`s
marked by the heart
beyond dependence
and illusion) -
Written in Panama City, on February 2, 2008, in Panama City, Panamas
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Twilight of Race
Dedicated to Gorka Lasa
Your dreams swim
into heavy water
Acid rain
Fertilizes your stock.
I summon for
The FireAnd its Ritual
Cutting Time Free
From its kidnapping.
Thus a day ends
And the germ
OfContinuum
Peeps out
Originally written in Spanish on May 19 and June 6, 2008, in Panama City, Panama
Translated into English on June 17, 2008, in Panama City, Panama
Reviewed on July 18, 2009, in Panama City, Panama
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DNA
Dedicated to Roxana Arra
Egyptian smoke
Of an Atlantis fire
Ashes of mine:
Mayan embers
Still burning.
Written simultaneously in English and Spanish on October 29, 2008, in Panama City,Panama