Friday, December 01, 2006

La Paz (un poema de Navidad)

Paz.
una palabra tan simple,
que

me ase pensar que
la jente no lo pueden entender,
por ser tan simple.

la palabra Paz, es
mas simple que amor,
demanda menos que el perdon,
y
no cuesta el mismo precio que

la felizida.

La Paz no require
mucho, solo la paciencia,

y la abilida de reconocer
dios en la cara de
todo la humanida.

reconecer la cara de dios
en todo humanida, y en uno miso.

La Paz.
Pero aldemaz de ser tan simple,
todovia aye muertos

en las cayes de los angeles, el salvador, guatemala, mexico.

y muertos in la Africa, Afginastan, y Iraq.
muertos por guerra, la guerra de droga, la guerra por religion, muertos por la ambre.

la jente mas simple, mas podres, la jente mas necisitados.

aye muertos aun que
dios mando

su unico hijo.
dios

lo mas poderoso.

aun que dios
mando el maestro mas elevado

para explicar
una palabra tan simple.
aye muertos en la navida,

4 soldados Americanos, y 12 policias Iraquies matados en Iraq,

aye muertos por que
ya nada es sagrado.

Paz

Solo pocas lettras
tan deficil de entender,
y aye muretos
en Iraq, y
por
todo el mundo, que le derian lo mismo.


06'

Winter Solstice



the winter reminds me of all
the women that
have come round
this time of year.

like planets coming into my alignment,
every so often.

some like comets crashing into my life.

Each has shined bright
in the winter cold.

Each a daughter of the sun,
Eternal Spring-
Youth.

I remember each
in their beauty, and kindness.

I wouldn't know them now.

who they became or who they are now,
no longer has anything to do with me.

But the past is immovable
set in stone.

towers of stone made
of the memory of each.

towers of stone
fixed, forever.

A Stonehenge by which I mark
the years as they go by.

Stonehenge-

abandoned and ancient.
A relic of the past.

I am getting older-
changed so much,
as it should be.


I am getting older,
but they remain young,
beautiful,
kind.

I remember them as they were,
and I as I was.

I miss them,
as I miss my former selves.

I will always love them-

The winter solstice
has come again,
and with it a very cold wind.


06'

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