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.

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.

Fredericton

Saint John Postcards

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 -