November Day
Poem I sit, looking out the open window Snow is all around. Soft light, falling on dead brown leaves, Still clinging to the sleeping trees. A coffee stain spreads across the paper. A...
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Silent Pain
I watched you lay there in silent pain I watched you lay look at me in silent pain Your eyes speaking without volume You tried hard to speak to me There wasn’t much I...
Sleepy Contemplations
I’ve got thoughts in my head And dreams in my pockets I’ve worn smiles on my face Amidst sleepy contemplations There are journeys to be made And adventures to be had But my eyes...
A Corner In Me
Poem About Life Swirling through the streams of my blood, there was a deep voice that struck. Numbered breaths of smoke and lust, Numbered breaths of fresh, green crust. Numbered things under money’s...
Suit of Light
Poem There was that time I saw El Cordobéz in the city of Leganes, sharing the bill with Padilla and Encabo. El Cordobéz was in his golden traje de luces. Still impetuous, disdainful,...
Running With The Wind
Poem to my father You’ve been running all your life. Running from what was hidden in the past, in the future and at last: black abyss. You’ve played hide and seek hiding...
