Tantas veces he corrido hasta la cruz, Tan emblematico, dominante, imperial; Mirando afuera hacia la cuidad, Hacia las luces tenue. Sueños ...
The Bench
I have made a bench, An afternoon's labour Not much to look at, Rather rudimentary in fact. Two concrete legs Look like sand ...
Temple in the sky
Brazilian sambas serenade late afternoons While tourists lie supine, Still as Iguanas in the shimmering heat, Basking on the Mayan rock. A potent ...
Autumn leaves
After a wet summer, Autumn had begun like home. The ground burnt by frost Grey and dull; Interspersed with fiery crimsons, Renaissance ...
The city light
Faces tired and gaunt, Tired of work, of the commute, Tired to share one another's pain. The bus rattled on Weaving through streets. Eyes ...
Night glow
Corridors of candle light, A vigil, a defiant glow. My eyes have grown accustomed to the dark, No longer do I stumble, but arms outstretched Hands ...
This morning the hummingbird came to visit me!
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The Eucalyptus Trees
I had grown to love the eucalyptus trees, White trunks, stripped of bark, branches that swayed in the breeze. Morning light dancing on the road ...
The Dusty Road
Along the dusty road, Following the huellas of animals and tyres, The sun beats down upon my back. I pass the rotting remains of a dog, The stench ...
El Conquistador del Desierto
Route 20 stretches endlessly ahead, Vultures circle high above, Perpetual scavengers searching for prey: Political slogans scrawled incongruously ...
