I reach out to my friends but they turn and stare like what we shared
was inconsequential; something trivial. Yet, to me, this memories stay dear and, as at the time of creation, I thought the essence was clear.
Category Archives: Poems
Glory
Everything on the outside
revolves at its pace but what is inside is the key to me.
Family of Seasons
…and with great delight, they embraced me.
Flipped Page
Against the run of play the switch flipped, cutting off the life of a healthy man. The whole community cried “adieu”, his page flipped over …goodnight.
Friends for life
…Stringing life time of memories, of friendship for life.
Paradoxical Narration
“Engine failed, parachute not quick enough
The tool from success was the means of death.”
Purple Trees
Last night at the Urban Spree Santiago, lived in Mexico, told me about the Jacarnadá trees… [Read More]
