Thursday, March 25, 2010

Useless efforts

The efforts are not useful at all.
Thousands of calories spent
in the pursuit of a ghost
which we thought a treasure
of manhood, of mastery.

You can never tell, but at least
you need to have seen
horrors and the smile of fortune.
That old elusive lady
daring my skills.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Poems and roses

What's in a poem?

That which we call our love
By any other poem would smell as sweet.

Words are powerful; Mr. Shakespeare knew well.
So powerfull as to combine
a bunch of letters
to create magic.
The secret of the combination
is in the core of wisdom,
of Art.

Thursday, March 11, 2010


Sometimes my imagination

flies and travels far away;
breaks frontiers, reaches far lands;
all in a couple of minutes;
the same time I have spent
to build this ... poem?

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Hollow town

I don’t like towns
Nor do I like frantic people
Rushing to nowhere
As sad as hell,
As hopeless as a stone,
As empty as a hollow,
Piece of meat.

Thursday, March 4, 2010


A kiss for your thoughts;

One million for your smile.
But I couldn't pay for your drops
made of sadness,
poorer than your laughter;
sincere and overwhelming
like a purifying rain
falling from a goddess
into my deepest, unknown soul.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010


Two poems a month;
A penny for the originals.
Excellence needs tough work,
As if poets were miners,
Workers with their filthy hands
Strained and destroyed by writing.

I know a genious
That wrote her best poem
In five minutes,
While talking to her mother.

Monday, March 1, 2010

In a mess

Double language;

Double mind;
Double nonsense;
Double nutrients from mother Earth,
And double fear
Of dying
In hunger.