Monday, February 14, 2011

capa de leon
















sticking upon a big tree
you thrive, you have become so huge,
sucking the rottenness
of another existence, until you begin
to wilt, but you have already prepared for
all these,
the spores are ready
all concealed beneath your
cape, and then the winds
take them all

another tree, another fool.

a kind of traveler

how evasive has fate been with me
now that i have given up what i have in mind

i have become a traveler without a destination
i have no intention of stopping somehow

all these is just a matter of intuition as
i, the passive railing, nailed, and keeps on waiting.