Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Let´s go!

Just someone to hold against your own
While the world goes up in flames

Thank you for coming
Now let´s go
Let´s take our personal paradise –settle it somewhere
And not give a fuck!

México Lindo

Where I come from
It has bled for more than 20 years –straight
The soil was already soaked, even before then.

I did not escaped or ran away
Although I was scared
The fear doesn´t go nowhere
It´s in my blood pouring onto the ground.
(Every time a brother goes down)

The world should know
That the media educated us
Believing the lies, to the point of owning them
Just because they where public, like us...

If my body is not there, eventually it will
Like the song says “bring it here” ( y que lo traigan aquí)
Live or dead?
Mostly dead:
It seems we will never awake
From “democracy”, fraud, lies, robs and non-sense violence
The people is angry
But should be with ourselves...
For allowing them to tell us what to dream.

Monday, October 24, 2011

99% of the time

It´s not about everything yet about nothing
People gathering in parks where benches hold their steps for a little rest, a smoke, a coffee break, perhaps just some time, to pause the day or a shortcut back home, yet the same path to get to work. The same park that hold protests started in another place, international copycats, for a movement that claims guilt to the ones on the top, from the ones in the bottom. It´s a shame they never look down that way. Pigeons waiting for that hero that doesn´t give a fuck about the sign: “Do not feed the Pigeons” written both English and French.
It´s not about everything still is about nothing
A theatre that has seen better times, waiting for his personal Christmas, like a dying lady waiting for her cribbage pals to stop by and say hi. Witness of individual plays from the characters that pass by without noticing it. Like blinds on a parade or the Pope giving the bless to an endless crowd.
To say nothing we still can talk about everything.
Over-informed societies, Pouring drinks, the last drop goes first... And when the glass is empty let´s refill the void, another week to forget, more free space to learn. 
There´s always more. It´s not about breaking the tide is about learning to dive.
It´s not about everything, yet about nothing...
Sometimes what they say versus what they do.
Like what the writer´s kit used to be down there in the good old south: a couple of red bulls, Tenessee whiskey cocktails mixed in a can marked with the brand jack daniels, smokey endless back up provided by a couple of camel packs and ganja free... Now everything is different, yet still the same.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Sad grocery list

- Pointless
- Useless
- Absurd
- Ridiculously unreasonable
- Unsound
- Incongruous
- Meaningless
- Nonsensical
- Senseless
- Flawed
                                                             Without you...

Good Old Abe

The ocean has no owner
The wind still is free
Every window has a viewer
Every needle holds a tear

This one wispers shiny voices at dawn
And at sunrise tissues blured,  always throughout a mosquito screen:
Abe and the remaining three sets of chops,
A blue stringed hanging chair  profiting inertia from the wind;
Swinging from a tree.

While the river plays his music and the night starts to sing
They I´ll be ready for a feast at fall in a couple of months.

To the west nests a Bold Eagle
For her bundle from the river she provides...

- Suspecting she has already scanned those lambs. Not shure though, just guessing