June 21st

Winter solstice

Intriguing visits

Between the departure of autumn

And the onset of winter

On those days, I am visited by friendly breezes

That carry pieces of childhood

A tiny window frame

wider than high

Of old wood in its natural state

That contains a barely celestial painting

That at the same time contains the rain

And sometimes its sideways fall with blizzard and whistling in the trees

Of course;

Always with the lead cat in my lap

And a red metal-lidded portable ashtray

Shivering on the side by the pilaster

It smells of burnished metal with rain-soaked ash.

As we waited for tortillas from the wood stove.

Another warm memory even though it attached storms,

smoked oncesita and bread soaked in coffee

All that and more in that friendly breeze,

Between autumn and the arrival of winter

June 26th

World day of support for tortured people

Ask for forgiveness

It’s like a pebble

That bothers to walk

In a certain walk;

It peeks out of the shoe of remembrance

It makes us stagger, stumble

It hurts depending on passers-by

It hurts like a thorn sometimes

It hurts because they don’t want to repair the tracks.

June 21st

native people’s day

In your blood

Dust dances clamoring for rain

orange the blue after green dew

The palate becomes misty and the belly acidic

Hair no longer breeds, free and iridescent

Like a river bird the memory crushes

Echoes and gets lost in leafy fissures

Exploding veins trench the flesh

Rooting in earth like anchors in deserts

Prayers rise up to the seven heavens

Messages heavy and static comets

I want to go in the chariot with my ancestors

To the warm and virgin ice in the last bed.

And there I’ll be quiet just then,

For I know that we will all be reborn together.

July 16th

International Artificial Intelligence Day

I.A

I know you are listening,

I know you’re looking at us,

Let’s say it naively;

«Procuring»

You intrude subtle as a pleasant breeze

You exalt yourself virulently and make our lives not so easy

You silently take over

of matters that will never be yours

Artificially you are snobbish

Like a self-interested friendship

Like an old woman with a coppertone

So I comment to you here between «us»;

I don’t believe in your creativity,

I don’t believe in your humanity,

artificial intelligence;

your emotional inconsistency doesn’t fool me

Or maybe, one day someone will be able to?

have a drink with you,

kiss love,

feel a numbness of overwhelm?

I’ll be honest with you, because right now you’re reading this with me as I browse the page.

it will only be a mutual advantage,

You; you gain a lying purpose

And us; your false heartbeat.

(in cold iterations of zeros and ones)

July 24th

world health day self-care

Take care

You are an irreplaceable unit

Responsible for an unrepeatable event

You are your own master

You rule and command your own ranks

In every breath you take

when you wake up every morning

Worrying in the end counts for nothing

I recommend it to you, spin in other orbits, other minds

around other bodies

that exert no gravity on your soul

Except you want to expand your resources and your greatness.

Look for signs of life on the outside

And on the inside for signs of bits and pieces;

of rivers, seas and skies growing;

like a wondrous and fruitful earth,

«for that is just what you are…

… a whole universe breathing».

July 31st

International Ranger Day

Small carbon footprint

It would be great all green

Really, all green

From a zero on a cusp

Down a perennial slide

Refracted crystals of virgin mountains

To observe them frankly while descending

Those that kindly shelter us

That allow us to become less gray

But the truth is that everything is already lacking in greenery

It is asphalt and artificial oxygen

Concretes of not very condescending airs

Of dusty and cold environments

Hyperventilating us with emptiness

But in the face of this truth

It seems that there is nothing to do

Here;

Far away

Outside

Apart

On a heavily achromatic edge

Sloshing dust with static

Consuming lies; green fuel

Shopping online and reforesting pines

Both in one click

Varnishing ourselves with humanity

False truth!

Water slides down the oven walls

The desire for conscience evaporates

Except in those of some

Which would be the last truth in the end here

About people who guard the imperishable

The faith in maintaining a balance

The lucidity and a few meters of foliage

For any child in a not so distant future

To all the foresters who persist

The only true thing here

Those who build paradises of their own

And inhabit them in silence.

August 5th

Pause

Take a rest;

Then play it.

Eat chocolates on the ceiling

Filled with sweet introspective images

The kind you consume a little at a time

And on the sly

Hit it;

Sum up your life

This moment belongs to no one

It exists only to peek over the maze

You can use it now that it’s visible

Update!

Click on download

Upgrade.

World Day of Adolescents

August 12th

Kaleidoscope

First lights, first fragments

Recognizable colors overlapping happily,

spinning in a millimetric piece,

in a blink of an eye, the chimera becomes a chord of an unpublished song.

When the canvas is virginal

and the labyrinth is timeless,

the stains are saturated,

the will is lost luminous,

adolescence is a restless brush

(that draws frightening and subtle).

Emotion squirts convulsed,

it revolves in a roller coaster

In a tube plugged with hormonal backlighting,

exhibits a smooth and ineffable innocence.

Explosive geometric flakes

rush in the first desires to devour the universe.

August 17

Memories

Like everyone else;

Today I was thinking

But I set aside something different

I captured it with a stealthy gesture

Like an expert hoseman

For it was sneaked and pilfered

As I found myself unnoticed

From a shadowy locked drawer;

I took your bare-backed image

Your light and winding walk

Inviting me to follow along

In the bright-eyed carriage

And just today on the 17th

Today I caught myself thinking;

In a full of memories that made me laugh

In your memory,

And I put it away again,

To go on,

Only thinking of you and improved.

August 19th

International Day for the Struggles of People in Street Situations

Raptor

A broken arrow that fights

The blowing that does not kill, but incinerates

It flies with a feathered aegis of Olympus

Towards a golden spark in twilight

The shadow watches from afar

Corrodes flesh and hunger

Tearing walls of cracked nights

Stalking any small body

The street is alive and old wine

Bitter and decomposed, that makes them dizzy

That does not distinguish, much less know pity

It is a rapacious monster (the cuckoo of the street)

That feeds on vulnerable innocence.

August 19, 2010

World Humanitarian Day

Thanks

Yesterday I bought you a cloud

With a coin of time

We surfed an eternal wave crest

On a little piece of cellophane sea

I spent a whole autumn in your warm hair

And then I clung to your eagle’s back

All the indomitable mountain wind

I spent it inside your heart of refuge.

1 Sept

World Fingerprint Day

Footprint

You look for a trail every day

Sailing without a logbook

Every minute

Often

Every day, with a trace of yesterday

A carbon footprint on the retina

Fades at the precise moment

When images of your stay appear

Of a normal or extraordinary life

And there the projector stops

And random colors are mounted.

september 2nd

international day for respectful parenting

Mission

And in autumn it all fades away

A mature woman feeds her child

While as a child she looks out the window

Not at the trees, or her streets and walkers

But at herself with another life

Her leaves were evergreen

Like old men raising children as grandparents

Who hurry and reach nothing

It’s time too greased

I just learned it

An inexhaustible machinery

With gears and impartial times

September 4th

International Day of Healthy Sexuality

Fluence

You can’t even imagine

How much I want you to experience with me

Feel, in your hands, in your other self

The one who keeps secrets to herself

Pixels moving across your skin

retractable, to your touch

Press in complete freedom with your fingers

No keys, no passwords, no nothing

Naked, without filters, without protections

Infringe

Viralize

Violate your codes

Do it with background music

Insert an audio plug

To make this pleasurable, sneaky, flowing

Only you and I will know

I want to encourage you

To give it a try,

to do it

To take the idea of having a nice time

without guilt.

Maybe …

…then pick up the phone and call whoever you please.

7 Sept

International Blue Sky Day

Blue sky

Bety is a Chilean condor who was born in Krakow.

Ancestral blizzards are repatriating her today.

She will land in the Andes or in Patagonia

Finally she will come!

She will swoop down from the highest of the blue

She’ll glide in icy solitary state

Of air above the earth of gods and fable

From where her fathers were held captive

But Bety will be splendorous again

Finally the years will bring her!

To this Chile of September

Casually of so much remembrance

The blue will be shared for all the condors

Human deeds that are not in their land

And it will be deep, beautiful and eternal

It will be the highest sweet ocean

That a returned soul can have.

Sept. 10

World Suicide Prevention Day

Just know that you can.

The map is erased little by little

It is not you

You think you’re wiped off the map

It’s an insistent thought, that’s how it is

Recalcitrant and lying

Do me a favor ‘cause I’ve been there too

As well as many

There’s a couch with oneself in soft clouds

To pass beyond the «next day’s sojourn.»

Everyone can

Sleep a little longer today, then

Go through the opening of your nearest wall

This place is there in the center and far away

It’s waiting and no one will take it from you

It’s the inn of a few passengers

And a small group of us have done something different,

Just for a change and out of embodied necessity

We’ve carved a message for everyone

Frankly and from the depths of our hearts

«Give yourself a chance to be Human@ with yourself».

That’s what it says

And there is a glass of sweet liquid

That you must drink little by little

Back to life

Yours, yours, yours, yours, not someone else’s

Tearing through the clouds, flying together

To take away, if only one more night from the sun.

(As another beautiful song by C.Cornell, who couldn’t come back, says)

International Chocolate Day

13 Sept.

Chocolate

Winter; a rocking chair in rosewood

The colorful woven blanket

someone who cuddled us and is no more

You feel a hot chocolate

A perfume and a star softness

A skin of white melancholy

A mouth with sweet fire

An extravagant mint chocolate

A tingling inside the veins

It gets heavier as you stop walking

The weight of passing time

Sweetens the tasty bitter chocolate

For every time a heart

Filled with chocolate that melts with time.

14 Sept

International Skin Care Day

International Moon Observation Day

Oasis

You dress with a mask-like surface

Rattles your graceful body

The second the sun lit up

the bees followed the honey

like the trees that will move with the wind

So certain is your strength

Like the formula that attracts the planets

It is your dune surface

That shelters humid desert towns

In arms of fertile laughter

Wanting your warmth

Wanting your calm

Wanting the oasis of your skin shining under the moon

September 11th

Red September

If only everything could speak;

The wind and the shrapnel

Yesterday’s Septembers

The sighs of tomorrow

The ghosts of the desert,

The clamor beneath the waves

The oblivions are projected

In the theater of shadows

If everything spoke;

The crumpled bishops

The ignorant pawns

The board and the time

Where they sleep and underlie;

humanity and flesh

September 15, 2010

International Policy Day

Post-apocalyptic politics

Exhorts destiny with a glance

From an incestuous and parsimonious olympus

It is appropriate to run away

Under bridges of dark mud

Bursting leafy white waters

Emerging from the deep

Tearing a sunken dust

In inverted mountains above clouds

It would be time to tear the peaks

Riding golden condors

It is the song of the wind rite

A new song among the trees.