Poem.a

Birds singing outside my window Perhaps an everyday conversation Or reproach for what a bird has flown  Maybe a song of lament or arrogance For us which ears it is to reach Even filled with vengeance or hopes A song of longing Full of memories A soul in a state of idleness Tied in by romanza At a tree's edge Filling the void with shrillness Of beautiful symphonies Translation: "Las Aves Cantan" September 25, 2014

Simple Days... Those Happy Ones... Are not they.

Cuando llega  No sale con nada Clandestina en su mirada  Razón fuerte tramada Una piedra con su espada

When I left you Thusly hope Those better times From Dictation Witness regret ion Of those times died And that blood shed Was the Color Red I left behind When I left you Passing times Blended tresses Undeniable Taino African traces A hint of colony Stained Cast intertwined  Light stares and Tainted faces Images engraved When I left you Time did not wait  Still saw you as I remember The ticking never ending Your traces changing Light tress Blank stare Sorrow face then As the ground stopped It was unearthed  All I saw of you was taken Royal colors erected Purple and bit of yellow Waived as you pass Your favorite colors Or so I thought When I left you