In this post, as a tribute to the 5 brothers who wait for justice - and in tandem with other friends in the world - I will be putting the poems he wrote Antonio Guerrero Hueco prison in Oklahoma from January 26 to February 12, 2010.
a retreat
1 .- Tuesday, January 26, 2010
happens that the injustice continues. It happens that I
black box.
happen to me who says so.
happen to want to believe me.
happen to fly without fear.
happen to shake my veins. It happens that two suns
cross.
happens that obscure the rocks.
happens that the smell is not field.
happens that my time has an owner.
happen to join the walls. It turns out that a brother
smiles.
I happen to be born in the chest
serenity and it happens.
2 .- Wednesday, January 27, 2010
When closed the iron gate
hurricane winds whistling over and I will get kicked off
candle, flashing in my hands.
The cell becomes a lagoon
the dead pigeons lying
and climbs its smell my fear as if the shadows
rammed me. With my harmless heart
rip the frozen silence, prolonged absences
losing weight until the long night passes
and all darkness will vanish
wrapped in the morning light.
3 .- Thursday, January 28, 2010
day
This source aimlessly
that subject to wind on my life
light of dawn spreads
is never lost, but gain.
This sequence
sunsets without fragrances or colors
echoes or fixing my imperfect
substance is never lost, but gain. This time charged
breaks that does not leave my love matures,
dark twilight in a place as a path ending
the shadows that grow and tremble,
is never lost, but gain.
4 .- Friday, January 29, 2010
Night fell as he read a book
(that could get my hands)
whose argument
vacuo and left just for me made sense.
I thought of the great writers
able to collect light
and all the beauty of the world
in imperishable pages. I closed the book
and closed my eyes,
at that moment I was surrounded
a blaze of sun and moon,
of love and peace, and I realized:
what we seek in many books I treasure
within the soul.
5.-Saturday, January 30, 2010
I'm happy for this isolation
where lounging at ease while I contemplate my soul
roam the remote to lose.
I am happy for this silence
when I can hear myself
and nothing disturbed me outside, without the time
find me and find me.
'm so happy, neither more nor less
without thinking about it, breathing
atoms we mingle, put
in the heart of a owning a breath
incalculable,
spreading through space.
6.-Sunday, January 31, 2010
Do not let me look at the moon and the tree
slow dry winter
I light the fire ban,
dream to play with the ash does not mean
lost that love is pure
my eyes and my hands and forge forged
for other eyes to other hands.
expiring Love is not love.
True love belongs to all the time, the whole earth, without fear
facing storms,
resistant to the edge of death
and, like nature, is eternal.
7.-Monday February 1, 2010
I said no to the musty stillness.
I stood on the bare floor,
took the first step, then the second, I slowly
rain again.
the beginning, was skepticism and then came
dependence.
Later appeared the antithesis
and with it the development.
I started to turn for hours
with spirit and impel
rhythm and slide through the ether. Surrounded by a bored
ceaselessly
in the square of my heart
I was happy, singing and dancing.
8.-Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Night
seductive call me from the depths of silence.
! Ah, night magnanimous, magnetic, even leisure
inviolate girlfriend!.
Night wandering sorceress
eyes with the color of alcoiris.
Night crazy, full of white
to the desire to add insomnia. Night
naked on the ground,
before going to another unnamed bank
hold me, look at me and let me touch your body
to feel the waves of dear
beaches so hidden in the dark.
9.-Wednesday, February 3, 2010
The girl giving the pills to addicts
to painkillers
has the face of angel,
reminds me of a girlfriend of the past.
every night She makes a round, with
his voice is breaking the silence
and what I do I give up then
to see happen, for a moment.
She never looks me in the eyes
in which I keep very hidden
many faces of ages and worlds, so many nights of stars
unnamed gusts
many comings and goings ...
the girl who gives the pills.
10.-Thursday, February 4, 2010 Experiences and words
looking
answers to nothing and the event,
come to the site of this
like bees to honey.
The flapping of their wings fills the air with frantic
flames and a honey wrap crystal
the echo of the word love.
With passionate thirst for light,
of aromas, voices and forms, invisible
after I lose my soul
and only sees the face of yesterday
turning until it disappears in slow spirals of smoke.
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