tears like the lake I never visited in my grandfathers forest.
tears I hide
tears I will never regret
because I need them to protect my eyes
so I can say goodbye.
luni, 17 august 2026
South America
South America is a rebel
endlessly beautiful
full of life
of dance, of rhitm
of mountains to be cherished and loved
South America is the land that will never settle
it is passion and it is poetry
it is a love that will end in an instance, but its story that remains it will caress your soul forever.
South America is the land that has no fear.
duminică, 16 august 2026
a tree's hope
it is the ray of the sun inbetween the leaves of a tree that give it hope he can make it pass winter
it is never his routes, that hold him tight
never allowing him to jiggle, to mistreat his spine, or to crumble back into the ground
nor his seva that keeps him straight.
it is never his many years expertise as a tree
not even the moment he showed his crown to the earth and sky and squirrels and birds were amazed.
still
it is the sun in mid autoumn that gives him hope.
As a whisper in the ear of an old tree
you will make it this year as well my old friend and I will watch from a far.
vineri, 14 august 2026
chefir (ne)adevarat
e un moment in zi
nici 15, dar nici 14.00
in care te caut absenta
cand ma intreb unde esti, cum esti
si daca te (re)gasesti.
e un firesc in dup-amiaza zilei de marti,
sau de joi
in care pare ca te astept
si te-as privi firesc
fara echivoc in orice e banal.
si ti-as da chefir (ne)adevarat.
joi, 13 august 2026
el cielo y la mujer
el cielo nero y azul
me ha llamado anoche
me dijo que mi matrimonio deve alomejor entrenarse con los leoneses, no con los leones.
el cielo me llamo de todo instante y me dijo
que mujer eres
tan complicada, tan franca y sin franquessa.
que mujer flaca y corta, pero gorda de emociones nunca llenas del viento que viene para mejorar y alta como el mar se altesse en la noche cuando nadie le mira.
Una mujer de medio vida, de media altura y de tamano que el viento no la puede aguantar o alomejor alcanzar.
ultima carta
Esto es mi ultima carta para ti
una carta azul o amarillo
que le dejo aqui, aun que alomejor no lo leas
pero
tiene un sol dibujado
y el mar que alcanza el sol y la luna en todos estantes de su existencia.
dos versos en esa carta:
en mi corazon has dibujado tu proprio mundo
y la llave te lo regale en ese invierno, en la primera mes con nieve.
duminică, 9 august 2026
en mi corazon
te voy a echar de menos
a tu voz
a tus historias
a tus pensamientos
y a como me miras
algunas dias, como que no quieres mirarme
te voy a echar de menos.
a tu mirada
a tu presencia
a como me protejes
cuando crez que yo no lo se o que no lo siento.
alomejor no le se, solo lo senti.
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