Tag: poetry

January 17 / Poetry

Unbearable will to start and end
As if I could ever reach that feeling of getting done
As if I could ever escape the feeling of missing something
Did I forget to close the door?
Did I forget to turn off the lights? Or the stove?

Rolling waves, years that go by,
wishing we could escape from their passing by
But the vapour of the clouds always comes back to the forms of the earth, and you cry as if they could cry wishing to stay, wishing to escape from the cycle of life.

And the clocks are rolling in the back, and you wish to have had escaped,
but you are the vapour of clouds, falling down at the end.
Does the ice complain to be frozen? Does the river complain to be always running?
As the river comes to the sea, as the sea raises to the clouds…
Why do I want to remain on the high?
Wishing to escape from the mountain fall
Even, I wonder why?

There is something missing
Have you ever had that feeling?
Like a puzzle piece missing
No, I’m not talking of sadness, loneliness, or homesickness,
I´m talking of an awareness of had forgotten something, somewhere, somebody.
Did I forget to close the door? Which door? Or the stove?

Trying to understand, I end realizing it’s not possible for my mind.
It’s just a little flame that jumps from one side to other within my chest, and talks aloud saying something like:
I´m here, is this what is it to be alive?

Photo: Punta Cometa, Mazunte. Oaxaca, México 2015.

December 30 / Poetry
Splashing waves crash in the port while tourists on waterproof jackets are passing.
In the distance, cars get lost in the curve, of the only street of this village.
They pass.
People pass stepping puddles and passing clouds leave puddles on their way.
Words on the air pass being dragged by mouths while the gulls cut them with their winged passing.
Another day of summer passes.

December 13 / Poetry
 Yesterday a cloud leaned over the village. From here I could see it white, lying along the streets of the small Taumarunui.