Tomando café con la izquierda…

La taza en la derecha da paso al swing largo y extendido del brazo, con los dedos casi en forma de cruz, listos para enganchar en la oreja de la taza llena, humeante y negra en su interior, del pacer adictivo de un buen café. Es la procesión interna, mental y espiritual. Un ritual placentero […]

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Ice on the glass.

It’s cold through the window, The glass building ice Shaking the skin Looking in the mind For the warmed For the one time Eternal flame in time In my mind, in my eye. The one time I can hold for warm. To ease the skin To ease the heart and the mind.

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My Sun

Winter through the window glass And still fill the morning warmth As if you extended your radiant arms To me… In return I do the same High up in the air To the universe From my standing place Out to you location in outer space.

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Window Front

Dark in the light How could you? One minus a thousand. The new old game. You lose and you win. But for now is your luck. No luck. You look. Far in the end your eyes. A slow pain ahead of time. Don’t die before you live. A chance from you to you. The air […]

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