lunes, 12 de agosto de 2013

Mi rostro

en el agua veo mi rostro.
No este que ves.

El agua no es espejo.

Mi puro yo
esta mas alla
de lo que soy.

Tortilla

El cielo es un comal.

Una tortilla
alumbra la noche.

El maiz se ilumina.

regano

la luna era una casa grande
sentada sobre el espinazo del cerro.

Cuando mi papa me reganaba
yo mi iba para la luna
y alli dormia.

en el suelo

la luna busca algun agujero
en las casas de adobe,
entra
y se sienta en el suelo.

esfuerzo

el esfuerzo de olvidar tambien es poesia.

los poetas

los poetas son como las abejas:
otros comen lo que hacen

Palabramiel

sábado, 3 de agosto de 2013

Dear friend: 

Typically, I would save this for a face-to-face, or a private message; but on this important occasion - your four year Guateversary - I choose to write you a more open note. 

Simone, you are one of those special people that brings joy to all those whose path you cross. Take a moment to reflect on that, for as trite as it may sound, there are truly so very few of your kind. You are a unique species, in that you put others before your self. Your empathy is an instant trust builder; your passion forces us all to strive to do better; you have been a constant source of strength for me, and so many others, over the years that we have known you. More than anything, I want to say that I couldn't be prouder to be your friend. I am so proud of all the good you have done, the smiles you have caused, and the love you have shared.

May the next four years be as great as the last, no matter where your feet may lie.

Forever your friend,
Jesse