"When I stand before thee at the day's end...
Rabindranath Tagore...
A chance sweep of my left arm
in yellow and blue flannel shirt...
Took me a long time
to finish life's supper...
Tonight I'm sipping nostalgia bitterly
from a chipped mug. Hunched over...
Thoughts fall like leaves,
rot like fruits without teeth...
Make music from my goodbye
as my hand unfurls and you learn...
Beyond heaven
there must be peace within...
Hypnotized by street lights, I breathe springtime
eyes fixed upon dirty streets, laced with fallen...
When you look at them, forget
the adjectives smoldering and sizzling...
Last night a hand reached out to me,
Its arm withered by want; i cry with sympathy...
Loveless day like a sunless morning
Alone I sit in my lonesome dark room...
Vuelve, Vuelve, paloma mia porque te extrano con...
Dime porque te fuistes sin avisar la fecha de tu...