Sunday, December 12, 2010

Two Poems

 What a man really knows

A man is his family, his city, his generation

A man is a name, a face, a color, a social security number

A man is the books he reads, the jokes he remembers, the lies he says.

A man is his food, his lovers, his enemies
A man is his memories, his opinion, his gods
A man is what he really knows; nothing!

You can change but…

You can change your clothes, your job, your house,
You can move to another country, find a new lover, embrace a different god.

You can get a new odor, another philosophy, refurbish your face,
You can switch your gender, reform your conduct, reinvent your past.

You can act against your interests, your consciousness, your passions,
You can change many things many times and become a new creature; almost…

Because you can’t change your qualms or your dreams
And that’s who you are for a cosmic instant; until the universe reclaims your dust.

Published in Out of Our, Year 2, Volume 8, November 19, 1010

Sunday, December 05, 2010

La Tele

Efectos televisivos

La humanidad esta atrapada,

ya nadie cree en el azul,

la gente no habla del mar,

los amigos ya no comen juntos.

Los poemas mueren,

los pueblos viven en sus celdas,

los hombres han vendido a sus dioses

para comprar televisiones.

Thursday, December 02, 2010

What if...

What would hapen if one day you wake up and find that you don't like anybody at all? And after several days and weeks you still don't like anybody, you don't hate them, you just don't like people at all. What would you do?

Wednesday, December 01, 2010


Don't worry about death, it'll come sooner or later, worry about your life, it's not easy.