No hay Nadie Aqui!

No hay nadie aquí.

Por favor siga su paso.

Madre, padre, hermano, hermana, tía, prima, amiga, amigo, colega, conocido, conocida, extraño, extraña, gente que ame, gente que lastime, gente que asuste, gente que ayude, gente que hice daño…

Ya no hay nadie aquí..

Allí les dejo mi historia,

Un holograma, una idea…

Pero yo ya no estoy aquí.

Este cuerpo esta “Vacante”  

su habitante ha emigrado a otra parte.

Gracias Madre :-)

mi mama Sonia me mando un mensaje de texto por mi cumpleaños ayer.  

no supe que decir y solo le conteste con un  “gracias ;-)”. 

(Nótese la carita feliz)

no es la gran cosa 

es solo un mensaje de texto…

pero primero lo quise ignorar,

paso segundo me dio un nudo en la garganta y

mis ojos se llenaron de lagrimas…

paso tercero quise contener esa reacción

y puse a un lado eso, para contestar con amabilidad

con un ‘gracias ;-) ‘

Resolví ponerlo a un lado y dejarlo ir

Como un acontecimiento chiquito

Como un texto entre otros textos que recibí

De familiares y amigos felicitándome por mi cumpleaños.

Otro intercambio de palabras amables,

Letras que se juntaron una con la otra

Y Formaron  palabras

En una típica danza orquestada

por el viejo y conocido protocolo social

“eso es todo..eso es todo lo que es…nada más”  

Sera coincidencia entonces

que esta mañana, mientras compraba mi café en la cafetería 

la chica Mexicana, con la que siempre hablo en Español 

me pregunto:  “a donde fuiste a celebrar anoche?”

a punto de contestarle estaba cuando ella se apresuro a decir

“Sabes? yo pensé que tal vez habías ido a comer a un restaurante 

vegetariano que está en la Misión que se llama:

"Gracias Madre"  

Hace mucho que te quería decir de este restaurante, dicen que es muy bueno”

Prometi visitar el restaurante en algún futuro cercano

Y de manera automática, casi inconciente

resolví poner esa conversación a un lado

Como un acontecimiento chiquito

Como una sugerencia entre muchas sugerencias de restaurantes buenos que

He escuchado a lo largo de mi vida… 

Sin embargo las mismas letras

Regresaron hoy a mi conciencia

Y se arreglaron una junto a la otra

como una continuación de la danza

que empezó con el mensaje de texto

continuo con la recomendación del restaurante

y continua con este escrito

“Gracias Madre ;-)” 

"I was hid behind"

I was hid behind
The big tree
That was knocked down
Or fallen
And I could see these
Germans in the woods
Accross this big field
And I saw this young kid
Crawling up my ditch
Straight towards my tree
So I let him crawl
I didn't fire at him
but when he got up
Within 3 or 4 feet of me
I screamed at him to surrender
And instead of surrendering
He started to pull his gun
Towards me
Which was instant death
For him
But this young man
He was a blond
Blue eyes
Fair skin
So handsome
He was like a little angel
But I still had to shoot him
And it didn't bother me
The first night 
Because
I was so tired
but the second night
I woke up crying
Because that kid
Was there
And to this day
I wake up
Many nights
Crying
over this kid
I still see him
In my dreams
And I don't know
How to get him
Off my mind...


From Joseph Robertson: A German in the Woods 
The former U.S. infantryman shares his bitter memories in the battlefield with the German soldiers.

Orphan Princes

We came from the same land

We are brothers

And sisters

of the same mother

I knew you from long ago

Before we were born…

Mother gave birth

one day her pregnant womb

Was ripped open violently

By men raised in arms

Our Father..

El Padre Nuestro

The Savior

El Salvador 

Descended from

the heavens

And raped her

Virgin soul.

She bled until death

Under the burning sun

Of San Salvador

Among shrieks of pain

And songs of revolution

My brother

You and I

The orphan Princes

Baring the karmas

Of our mother

And the karmas

of our father

We travel through the web

Of this organic cell

Continuing the mission

Of the ones before us…

From way, way back

Before we were even born. 

There will always be...

There will always be
That afternoon
When the sun
Directed its light
On our direction
and our lips were burning
Feeling the light
With all its splendor

There will always be
A song
In the air
It will turn into
A boat made of paper
And will takes us
Back
To that one day
You and I met

There will always be
A dream
A ghost
Of our image
Crossing our path
It will feel real
For a very short moment

There will always be
A poem
Like this one
I write
In the web
Of our subconcious

You might never know
I wrote it

and
I might never know if
You read it!

But there will always
Be a poem
Anyways...

Everywhere

You are
Everywhere

When you
Are not defined

With the name
You have a
Short linguistic life...

A flower dies

With no name

No word to hold you down

No conditions to attach

You are eternal

Eres la infinidad

Para siempre

Posibilidad

Up in the air

Let it move,

Is up in the air

Like the sides

Of a spining dice

Let it dance

Up in the air

Where is an expectation

Not an answer

Once defined

Is dead

But in the air

Is alive

When spins

Like a dice

Where all

Possibilities are

Found.

The Leak

I saw it today
At Midday
In the busy
Financial District
betraying
The furtive truth
We like to
Keep secret

It leaks out
from underneath
the business attire
the assembly
of words
bones
and flesh

finding the
way out
trough the
maze of
steal
glass
and
concrete


I spotted it
Today
At midday
In the busy
Crowded city

When he
Stopped
In the middle
of the sidewalk
and hugged her

when he
held his hand
and he
smiled back


when she
stood up to do
a funny dance
causing her
friend to laugh


when he
sat silently
behind the glass
fighting the tears


when
he
and
she
stopped
to admire
the street
vendor’s art

usually
it betrays you
when you
are distracted

many times
goes undetected

I enjoy
spotting it
Specially
At Midday
In the busy
Financial District

Some of us, Some of them...which is Us

The same path
we walk
among some
of 'them'
among some
of 'us'

Always
so close
and Always
so far...

The Path of the Labyrinth

And the Monks discovered



new ways to go...



even higher...!




By following the Path that leads



to the Center of the Labyrinth.

One busy Morning at 8:00 AM

Around eight
This morning…
While waiting for the bus
That would take me to work…

I noticed the pigeons
Jumping from
the electrical wires
like musical notes
escaping from their clef

I saw them
Dived with their
Wings wide open
Down towards
an oblivious busy city

Their silent flight
piercing trough
the traffic
the noise
and all
the clamor below

I saw them dancing
As fingers do
when playing with
The cords of a guitar

I heard them
writing in the air
their voiceless music

A melody that continued
even when my bus
finally arrived…

The homeless of Geary Street.

This video
I made is
dedicated to

the memory of
my friend
the Homeless...
click here to learn more.

For A Moment

For a moment,
We can make an effort
To be present
With him,
With her…
We can make an effort
To listen
To their voices,
Paying as much attention as possible,
For a moment
We let them run the show
For a moment
We are their audience,
We let them
direct their dream
We let them
usher us with their words
to the stage...
For a moment
for a single moment
we are those eyes
who see the same..
we share their dream...
we share their view of things…
Laugh with what they laugh,
Feel what they feel…
For a moment
Just for a single moment
We can be together
As one.

Somewhere Over the Rainbow....

“Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high…
And the dreams that you dream of
Once in a lullaby”


The place
Over the rainbow…
The place
Way up high…
The place…
Where we all
Dream at night,
The place…
Where bluebirds fly…
The place...
Where you’ll find me…
Is here!
Yes, right here...
in our home
We call EARTH...

The Organization

The beast lies in a deep slumber... still and dozing quietly, the dawn is about to break and the earth awaits the arrival of the Sun to illuminate the darkness. Buses, trains and cars begin their attack from all directions oozing towards the deadly lethargic beast. Like syringes with needles which begin to pierce the skin of the animal injecting an assorted mob of coats, hats suitcases and zombified worker drones, rushing into its veins they bring the awful creature to life. The Beast is awake and grows stronger with each mili-second. And from a far distance you can see the big octopus-like creature light up each of its tentacles, you can hear it breathing, you can feel its heart. It draws on the lifeblood from the drones as they get into their toil. THE BEAST IS GOD. The Organization is alive, from 8 am to 5 pm, Monday through Fridays, Closed on Saturdays and Sundays. Long live the GOD, The Organization.

The Dice is spinning... !

A maze

Of ideas,
Assumptions,
Words…

A maze you created…
Like the spider getting tangled on her own cobweb!


The light
Creates
the shadow,
And you create the form….

With the form came the idea,
With the idea, came the word,
With the word, came the name…

Like a spider tangled on her own cobweb!!

Everything has a name…
Everything can be named.

What once was
An abstract pattern
Of light and shadows
Moving and changing constantly
Before your eyes…

Now,
Those patterns have names…
You gave them form,
Function, utility…
You created an idea!
And with this idea
You created walls
And boxes
And little
By little
You locked your self in…
And became
Really scared
And terrified
Of the outside…
And the more terrified
You became
The more boxes
To protect your self
You built.

And you keep building,
More boxes, one after another one…
More names,
More words,
More ideas…
Something that allows you
To dream
Of stability
Something that allows you to feel
As if you know ‘what’s going on”…
But all of the sudden
Something happens!
A relative dies…
There is an earthquake….
You are diagnosed with cancer…
You lost your job…
All of the sudden
The ground below your feet
Starts to shake
And you feel
As if you are
Falling
Falling
Falling….

And then you realized
That the ‘safe’ house you built
For your self
Turns into nothing
Cause something bigger
Something out of your control
Is in power…
Something else
Will come
And shake your house,
Remove the ground from your feet
And you
Fall
Fall
Fall…

Unless…
You try to train your wings..
Unless
You are ready…

How?

Well
By trying to remember
Little by little
Everyday
Remember
The beginning..
Remember
Who are you
Before…
Before the name
Before the word
Before the idea...

Look at everything
As if you never seen it before.

The familiar
Turn it into the
Unfamiliar…

The chair..
What would this chair be to me
If I didn’t know it was a chair?

See it,
Experience
The abstract nature
Of the thing
Around you…
Experience
The change
Experience the
Emptiness…
Walk
Away from the idea
Forget the name…
Forget so you can
REMEMBER!

You built a maze…
And you got lost.
Lost your path,
Lost your memory…
Now you forget…
But the fact that you forgot
Didn’t alter anything…
You are still there…
In the middle of a big nothing…
Patterns of light and shadows
Dancing and changing constantly…
Since they are nothing,
They have no name,
No limits…no edges…
They are nothing!!
They are the void…
light
And shadows
Constantly moving in front of your eyes…

But you have forgotten
And now you are scared
Scared to see what; really is going on.

You have made an assumption
and don’t want to let go of it…
You want to keep dreaming
Dreaming with the stability..
Dreaming with the floor below your feet…
Dreaming that you are walking on something solid
Dreaming of the house…
Of the buildings,
Of the rooms,
Of the body..
Of the containers..
Of the cars, the money, the titles, job etc.

Dreaming….
Dreaming…that you found an answer
Convincing your self
That you know ‘what’s going on”
So
You don’t stop to ask
Any more..
Cause is safer this way…

This dream makes it safe…

This dream is
Makes you feel ‘grounded’

Doubting that dream,
Makes you feel as if
The ground is moving…
Makes you feel as if there is nothing to hang onto…
So you feel empty,
You feel as if you are
Falling
Falling
Falling…

The Problem is,
That whether you want to accept it or not…
The ground has moved…
The ground is moving
Constantly…
there is nothing underneath your feet.
Regardless of whether you want to admit it or not…
YOU are
Falling
Falling
Falling

Unless…
You make your way out…

Soon…
The piece of floor is going to be removed from your feet..
And you are going to be confronted with the fact
That you have been walking
In the void…

A VOID…

And then
Maybe….
Just maybe…
You will realize
That you wasted your time learning how to walk…
When what you really needed to learn was

Learn
How
To
Fly!!

How
To train your wings…

So you don’t
Fall
When
You are
Confronted
With
The objective
Reality of your existence.

How do you learn how to fly?

Let’s start by trying to forget so we can remember…

Forget the solid ground
Remember the big void…
Forget the boxes…
Erase the ideas
And try to look
To look at it
RIGHT HERE
RIGHT NOW
Look
Is moving
Is only
Light and
Shadows
Is nothing…
Nothing…

The more you remember
The more you look
The more you extend your wings…

Walk away from the world of assumptions,
From the maze of ideas, and words.

For one single moment
Try to remember
That you really don’t know shit!!

For one single moment
Feel the void
Below your feet
Around you
Above you…
Feel the void…
Outside of you and inside you..

When you feel it…
Consciously
You take control..
Is YOU who remove the ground below your feet
YOU determine
Which way to go…
YOU become the pilot
Of this trip…
YOU…

YOU!!

Start training your wings…
Start training your self
To see
As
If you
Haven’t seen anything
As
If you
Don’t know
Anything…
As if
You
Are
Spinning
With the dice
Before
It falls…